Choir as classroom
About two years ago I joined a local church choir. Why? Three reasons: I like to learn new things that will push me. I enjoy the sound of our choir, and, while I don’t have a particularly strong singing voice, a fellow parishioner said the choir could use another alto voice.
People joining choirs such as the Toronto Mendelssohn Choir likely have to audition. Not the case with my choir. I just showed up one evening and squeezed into a row of altos and tried to catch on to the drill. No one gave me any instruction, save, “your binder of music is over there.”
After about two practices I quickly learned:
- breaking into a long established group isn’t easy;
- knowing how to read music is a definite advantage (which I didn’t have);
- blending your voice with those on either side and behind yours is absolutely critical.
Our choir, led by a dedicated, patient, energizing choir director, has been together for many years. As the “newbie” I was expected to have several pieces of music organized alphabetically in a binder. I had no time to fumble when the director called out “Pie Jesu”. That was my first lesson: get organized.
The second lesson was to try to stop comparing myself with fellow choir members. For example, there’s no way I was ever going to be as organized as the alto to my right.
She likes to keep her sheet music in a binder with individual plastic sleeves. She prefers to be just a hair’s breath ahead of all of us when our director calls out the next piece of music for rehearsal. She’s also on her feet the fastest when he asks us to sing standing up. It’s important for her to be first and to be right. That’s the least of my worries.
I also discovered that being in the choir isn’t (initially) about making friends. You have to prove yourself first. That means:
- showing up on regularly for our weekly 1.5-hour practices;
- showing up on Sunday on time, gowned and ready to go;
- doing your best to keep up with what’s going on.
The first few practices were really hard. I struggled to sort my music, stay on key, follow along and anticipate what the director was going to ask us to do next.
On either side of me members often took out their pencils to “mark up” their music when our director decided to vary it. Not only was I was pencil-less, all I knew was that some notes were high, some were low, some were long or short. That would have to do.
Very anxiety producing. To feel so inadequate. Especially as most of the members knew the music by heart yet tackled each piece as if it was the first time they’d sung it.
However, by about week four, the alto on my left (a Chartered Accountant with a very dry sense of humour who, unfortunately, dropped dead suddenly about 16 months later), said to me, by way of a compliment: “at least you’re not flat.”
Wow! I had arrived.
So, here I am dozens of practices later with a few brilliant spring concerts and Midnight Masses under my belt and here’s what I’ve gained:
- a sense of mastery over some unfamiliar, complicated music;
- new friends;
- membership in a marvellous community (that’s very much what a choir is);
- a Thursday night routine that’s become familiar and comforting.
But, I still can’t read music.