Off and on and especially during the Easter Season, FB and YouTube posted choirs, choruses and symphonies playing and singing wonderful seasonal music. The Hallelujah Chorus filled my ears and souls over and over again. There they were, faces in boxes, playing and singing their parts, physically isolated from each other but together in spirit and harmony. Beautiful.
This weekend we had two family birthdays, one a grandson on Dean's side of the family, one a daughter on mine. While we Zoomed happy birthday to our grandson, his father suggested we sing Happy Birthday. We did but all we had going for us was our love and energy. Oh my. As singing goes we were pretty terrible.
The next day, having taken a hint from the Zoom birthday, my side of the family were on WhatsApp for birthday wishes. Part of our tradition for years has been to call the birthday person and sing to her. We are a singing family. Daughters and granddaughter are sopranos and grandsons have been baritones since they were 14. Everyone can carry a tune and most can harmonize at the drop of a note. So almost immediately upon settling in on line, we sang Happy Birthday. We were horrible. Laughter followed upon laughter. All we had going for us was our energy and our love.
We had a nice long conversation and as we were winding down, my daughter asked that we sing it once more so we could really be ready and together. Her sister counted us down and we started ~ and we were only terrible this time. I do think we may have all been in the same key although I won't vouch for that. We certainly weren't coming in on the same words at the same time. My suggestion was that as theatre people we should know the value of rehearsal.
And truthfully, all the singing had all the love and care that the carefully crafted choruses did. It didn't matter a whit to either celebrant that we weren't perfect. We sang from our hearts and souls with the energy of love. And we were together even though apart.
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