We went to a marvelous Christmas concert last night: organ, trumpet, flute, harp, and a magnificent soprano intertwining melodies in spectacular holiday spectacle.
The audience was invited to join in a half-dozen carols and we rose to the occasion. I loved that portion of the show more than most, for I have the gift of contralto. The concert hall resounded with the blend of thousands of full melodious voices and hearts.
I prize harmonizing above all in music. I think that says a lot about me in life. However, I don’t want to join a choir and rigorously practice with sheets of music tumbling with notes like the ants foraging for food in our kitchen. I like to initiate and improvise in tune, freely and unbidden.
I like to pick my own part.