I signed up for another Monica Singing Weekend, though this one is a week and it's also not in Switzerland.
The first rehearsal was in the bar of the hotel because St John's was busy, and afterwards we went to check it out by attending mass. Amazing place - a Victorian neo-classical building which has been perfectly restored using the huge loadsamoney A. Lloyd Webber paid for a couple of paintings found in the church. Mass was very long, as it's higher-than-Roman, and afterwards we were welcomed at parish coffee n bickies, and read the posters and flyers advertising our gig on Friday. Mon had told us not to think about the concert and to concentrate on enjoying, learning and making music, but the posters kind of wrecked that plan.
After the congregation and helpers had cleared out, we had the hall to ourselves and got down to serious work.
There are some solo parts to be allocated. I wondered whether to volunteer for O For the Wings of a Dove on the grounds that every singer ought to do it at least once; on the other hand, a bit of Purcell might be preferable.
Torquay is very very hilly, and Broomstick is broken. owww.
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