The music of the squee
With the gift-card my secret-prezzer from work gave me, I treated myself (okay, and David, seeing as how he lives in the same place as me) to the full recordings of the Fellowship of the Ring score. So I am now firmly ensconced in the Realm of Ultimate Squee, because this is some shiny damn music.
(Yes, I am mixing my fandoms. Cope.)
I apologize to my downstairs neighbors for polkaing the night away to Bilbo’s party music. With any luck, they aren’t actually home.
I missed a chance to sing the orchestral suite; the chorus I’m now in did it last May. I shall just have to ask around to see if anyone will sell me their score, which has been on my I-want list for a while. I hope there’ll be another chance someday, because completely aside from getting to sing kick-ass music, singing words my husband translated would just, well, kick ass.
Since it will be fresh in their minds, however, I’m emailing the chorus manager to see what we can give them for their silent auction in February.
As consolation, I am busily teaching myself all the parts to “The Passing of the Elves,” which is the real reason I had to have this recording. David, bemused, kindly went into his files to find me the words…