Choir

Well, we told that fugue who was boss. Pity I'm missing the concert, really. It's got to the stage of rehearsals where bits of the music pop into your head all the time, which is nice when it's an enjoyable piece... (this one's OK.)

I wonder whether we'll make the conductor cry first or if he'll drive us all mad? I have to say I preferred our previous one. She remembered, for example, that we're not actually trained musicians, and therefore telling us to "resolve a chord" will get you a very ragged sound and a lot of puzzled looks. Yes, I expect your other choir can do that. They're music students. Eyeroll.

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A bed of roses is not at all the same as a sack of frogs.

Unhelpful maxims (or minims) from Tom Weller, the author of Science Made Stupid. ("Once, when the secrets of science were the jealously guarded property of a small priesthood, the common man had no hope of mastering their arcane complexities. Years of study in musty classrooms were prerequisite to obtaining even a dim, incoherent knowledge of science.
Today, all that has changed: a dim, incoherent knowledge of science is available to anyone.")