Do over!
Last night was not my most scintillating chorus rehearsal ever. We spent all kinds of time on the vile Ravel “Daphnis et Chloe,” which I loathe and abominate more every time I work on it. It is a horrid piece, and if I ruled the world, henceforth every composer wanting to use voice as an orchestral instrument would be taken out and riddled with conductor’s batons St.-Sebastian-style pour encourager les autres. It was a dumb idea when Tchaikovsky did it (and yes, I sang that one in college), it was a dumb idea when Ravel did it, and it’s still a dumb idea.
And then we moved on to the Holst, which I had dutifully taught myself in roughly the same way children teach themselves to read: lots of repetition, and whole phrases at a time. Understand me, I had it cold, words and music together.
Then our Fearless Leader made us sing it on beat-counts instead of the words, and I got loster than a lost thing because it’s impossible to keep whole phrases in mind that way. Bah. It was a bad rehearsal.
Half my workday got eaten with a consortium meeting, and I came back to find that Postgres had gone down hard—fortunately, only on the test server, where it’s no big deal. So now I know some things about Postgres administration that I didn’t before (such as, how to make it log!).
And I’m behind on work communications, which is something that I’m totally going to spend tomorrow fixing, because I keep my mental must-contact list in my brain and I’m getting troubling signals of a buffer overflow.
All in all, would really like to do the last twenty-four hours over, but I’ll have to settle for making the next 24 a bit better.