Lovely day...
May. 4th, 2004 02:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
radegundThe weather. I am unimpressed. (Those not in Dublin, it's pissing rain here; I've just trotted back from lunch in it.) Oh well: at least we stayed dry over the weekend in Cork, unlike last year.
My chamber choir performed at the Cork International Choral Festival on Saturday morning, and lo and behold, we won our competition! Fame, glamour, and a truly hideous trophy are ours! (Actually, not so much fame, really. And as for the glamour, its range is pretty limited - and it's mostly dissipated by this stage. But the trophy is definitely ours.) We also picked up the prize for the best performance of a piece in Irish, which I have to confess was extremely gratifying for the nerd here who spent so many rehearsals carping about pronunciation :-) Also particularly cool seeing as the piece in question was written by a good friend of mine.
(The few furriners in the choir were by no means the problem on the pronunciation front, incidentally. They studied the pronunciation guide on the back of the music and asked questions if they weren't sure. The natives were a different kettle of fish. Virtually everybody who's been to school in Ireland has learnt Irish, and thus believes that they can pronounce it. This is regrettably not the case. A rant for an entirely other day...)
Anyway, the weekend was fabulous - and greatly enhanced by the presence of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
glitzfrau, who came down with us for the hell of it, and also of my wonderful sister, who sings in the choir. I didn't get to hear so many other choirs this year (stalkers may wish to read my account of last year's festival), owing to being pregnant and tired, but I did partake to a very creditable extent of the eating, drinking (albeit non-alcoholic) and merry-making. I discovered on the dance-floor that my centre of gravity has shifted quite a bit over the last few months, necessitating subtle adjustments to the gyrating technique... My inhabitant is now completely blasé about choral music, having been subjected to everything from sober madrigals to drunken Bruckner (to wit, a collaborative "Locus iste" in the pub - remarkably together, considering).
A high point of the weekend was when the text came through to say thatailbhe and Rob's daughter had been born on Friday. Having read Ailbhe's account of her labour I'm even more in awe than I already was. She rocks.
And in conclusion, fuck varicose veins. Just. fuck them.
My chamber choir performed at the Cork International Choral Festival on Saturday morning, and lo and behold, we won our competition! Fame, glamour, and a truly hideous trophy are ours! (Actually, not so much fame, really. And as for the glamour, its range is pretty limited - and it's mostly dissipated by this stage. But the trophy is definitely ours.) We also picked up the prize for the best performance of a piece in Irish, which I have to confess was extremely gratifying for the nerd here who spent so many rehearsals carping about pronunciation :-) Also particularly cool seeing as the piece in question was written by a good friend of mine.
(The few furriners in the choir were by no means the problem on the pronunciation front, incidentally. They studied the pronunciation guide on the back of the music and asked questions if they weren't sure. The natives were a different kettle of fish. Virtually everybody who's been to school in Ireland has learnt Irish, and thus believes that they can pronounce it. This is regrettably not the case. A rant for an entirely other day...)
Anyway, the weekend was fabulous - and greatly enhanced by the presence of
glitzfrau, who came down with us for the hell of it, and also of my wonderful sister, who sings in the choir. I didn't get to hear so many other choirs this year (stalkers may wish to read my account of last year's festival), owing to being pregnant and tired, but I did partake to a very creditable extent of the eating, drinking (albeit non-alcoholic) and merry-making. I discovered on the dance-floor that my centre of gravity has shifted quite a bit over the last few months, necessitating subtle adjustments to the gyrating technique... My inhabitant is now completely blasé about choral music, having been subjected to everything from sober madrigals to drunken Bruckner (to wit, a collaborative "Locus iste" in the pub - remarkably together, considering).A high point of the weekend was when the text came through to say that
ailbhe and Rob's daughter had been born on Friday. Having read Ailbhe's account of her labour I'm even more in awe than I already was. She rocks.And in conclusion, fuck varicose veins. Just. fuck them.
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