Farewell, 2011-2012!

seikilos rehearsal

(l to r) Jim Whitcomb, Jennifer Rodgers Beach (at piano), Melinda Bauers, Kristy King, and Frank Carr polish Leonin's "Allelulia Pascha Nostrum (1160-1180 AD)"

Another season has ended, and I am beyond proud of everything we’ve done this year. In spite of a freak snow in October (the only bit of winter we saw all year!), we filled the house for Music From the Big Screen. Our Christmas Stories concert, with dancing sugarplums and dancing children, proved that our audience doesn’t just come for the cocoa, and the Celtic Arts Festival brought together an entire community to share music, culture and food. And last night’s  Seikilos to U2 concert? A triumph – just a joy to sing such diverse music for such an appreciative crowd.

In addition to four great concerts, Vienna Choral Society had some other things to look back on with pride. Caroling during Historic Vienna’s Holiday Stroll, performing at the Mayor’s Reception, singing at local nursing homes. Our choir is as large as it’s been in years, and our audiences have broken box office records.

There are too many to thank for everything that happened this year, but it would be so rude not to try. So here goes. . . .

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To Boldly Go Where Fewer Men Have Gone. . . .

How do we make it cool for men to sing?

My daughter’s middle school choral teacher was awesome. She was a terrific educator, blessed with a knack for choosing music that appealed to 7th and 8th graders, and she was the kind of unattainable pretty that incited crushes in middle school boys. The ones who chose choir as an elective because it would be an easy grade found themselves singing just to impress the teacher. The boys who chose choir as an elective because they wanted to sing found themselves working harder, for the same reason. When the boys asked the teacher for their own piece to perform at the Spring Concert, she encouraged them, and their a cappella version of “My Girl” brought down the house. When the girls obligingly went ga-ga over the boys, she didn’t interfere . . . and lo and behold, a strong group of male singers was born, encouraged by their own success (and the dazzling approval of many, many young girls. My feminist heart rails at the thought, but you can’t deny the power of positive attention). Most of them are keeping at it in high school, and with luck, they’ll be singing a long time after that. And that was Ms. S’s singular gift: she made it incredibly cool for boys to sing.

It seems we live in a culture where – on the whole – boys are not encouraged to sing and dance. The further they climb through elementary, middle and high school, the greater the divide (and the more lopsided the numbers) seems to be between the boys who sing and the boys who don’t (and the boys who dance are worth another blog entirely). Attend any high school choral concert, and you’re likely to find a few all-girl choirs to accommodate girls’ interest in singing, while preserving vocal balance in a mixed choir that features relatively few male voices.

It’s a shame, really, because making music has subtle ways of filling lots of very important little spaces in our lives – social, emotional, physical, creative, spiritual. As a huge but not necessarily inaccurate stereotype, boys tend to bond over sports or technology. But long after your knees won’t let you play softball, long after your car’s so computerized you can’t identify the engine, long after your shoulder punishes you every time you play tennis, long after Ninentdo seems like a rather silly way for a grown-up to spend time, you can still sing.

How do we make it cool for boys and men to do so?

Karen Akers is an Alto 2, and the President of Vienna Choral Society. She blogs for VCS and her own site, Humans in the Workplace.

End of the Season

And so Vienna Choral Society’s 2010-2011 season is ended. Songs about want and hunger of all sorts that still managed to be uplifting provided the theme of our October concert, and December brought us out of the cold and into a ski lodge, where – golly gee! – there was a piano and a bunch of fabulous people who knew all the holiday standards. The CD of our March concert, Aesop’s Fables, features the delightful (and delighted) squeals of a toddler who was evidently enjoying all the silliness, and the expert story-telling (“story-showing?”) of Sabrina Mandel and Mark Jaster added to the fun.

VCS at Vienna Presbyterian Church

Vienna Choral Society sings Clif Hardin's Requiem

 

We ended our season last Saturday with A Celebration of The Life at Vienna Presbyterian Church. The beautiful space was a perfect match for the soaring music, and indeed was an important component of the concert, as we used the balconies and the eaves to compound the harmonies, oboe and harp. But it was Clif Hardin’s Requiem that was the centerpiece of the evening. It was an amazing experience to perform it, and judging from the reaction of the audience, it was an amazing experience to hear it. Thank you, Unitarian Universalist Church of Fairfax, Unitarian Universalist Church of Rockville, and the orchestra for joining us. We want to sing together again. Soon.

Look for us at Viva Vienna! Next Saturday at 6:15. And please consider singing with us next season: it’s even better on the risers!

 

Stubborn, Bumpy, Slightly Ill-Mannered

There are pieces we rehearse that make me almost comically petulant.

This tempo’s too slow.

These words are too complicated.

That chord is icky.

Clearly, someone needs a nap.

But it’s like that. Some music is just so darn full of charm (however you define it), you can see pretty clearly that singing it is going to be a delight (however you define that). Other pieces are stubborn, bumpy, slightly ill-mannered, protective and don’t give themselves up easily. And I’ve learned that loving them precisely because they’re stubborn, bumpy, slightly ill-mannered, etc. brings about actual appreciation for the depth, the complexity, the subtleties that reveal themselves only after some hard work.

The charming songs are by definition delightful, but the challenging ones – big rewards to be had there.

Trust

Amateur choral singing is a lovely exercise in trust. As we rehearse, we have to trust that we’ll find the notes (and that the notes will find us); we have to trust the support of those around us; we have to trust that the simultaneous-but-fragmented attacks on various passages in random pieces of music result in a concert. And it’s usually the concert – with an audience applauding in all the right places and the warm approbation afterward – that solidifies that trust, makes the base sturdier and the next set of rehearsals even more productive. And anticipating the fun of the next concert even . . . funner.

Especially interesting is the trust that builds between the choir and the conductor. My first concert season with VCS was also Jen’s first season as Artistic Director. She’d already firmly established herself as someone who does wonderful work, but nevertheless, she and the choir were still getting to know each other. While we gamely took direction from her, there was still an underlying sense of “Um. . . . OK. . . .” Acceptance goes a long way, but even then, trust must be built.

Flash forward three concerts, to the middle of a rehearsal to prepare for the season finale. We are marching diligently through a piece: the notes are there, the harmonies are there, we are increasingly mindful of the way our “r’s” sound. Jen stops us and begins to speak of . . . water. Of waves that are unceasing, but never sound the same way twice, of the rise and fall that is part of water’s natural rhythm, of fluidity, of sounds that ebb and surge. She asks us to start the piece over, and we sing again. The song is completely different and when we are through, some of us look at each other in astonishment.

Trust transforms.