Blogging GALA :: Day Four
Sorry for the delay. Y’all probably thought I was going to leave Day 4 unremarked! I do apologize, but after all, even bloggers have to tend to the quotidian things... packing, traveling, getting caught up and settled back into life’s normal routines. So yes, this is just a few days late... but without further ado...
The Sound of Missing Another Brilliant Performance
Wednesday dawned bright and early. Not so your intrepid correspondent, who was increasingly sleep deprived and determined to be in good form for the evening’s festivities, including the closing celebratory bash, the Red Party. (I’d tracked down a pair of bright red shorts for $16 at a local department store: There was no way I was missing the party now that I had something in the requisite color.)
No, I lay abed far too long.
Hence, I didn’t make it to the day’s first Coffee Concert, Men Alive’s "Von Trapped," at 9:00 a.m. Drowsy and not inclined to move, I rationalized it this way: I never really cared for "The Sound of Music." (GASP! Shock! They’re gonna yank my gay card for this admission, aren’t they?) I could use the extra winks. What would I be missing, really?
Mistake! Evidently, I missed one of the BEST SHOWS EVER.
"What?" my pal James nearly sobbed when I told him. "You missed it? But, my God, it was the most wonderful thing I’ve see all week!"
Others in my chorus had similar words of praise. Oh, did I feel foolish.
But at an event featuring over 200 concerts, not to mention all the workshops and other social events, a guy has to do his best to pick and choose and get a few hours’ sleep in between times, not to mention stay hydrated... almost a full time job in itself during a Denver July. (Sadly, my research concluded that gin and tonic, while quenching thirst, doesn’t actually help a body stay hydrated.)
I did, however, make it to the morning’s second Coffee Concert, the Twin Cities Gay Men’s Chorus’ "Out of My Range (and Other Age-Related Performance Issues)." The show was packed with scathing humor and dead-on insights into the dynamics of the creature known as the Gay Male Chorus. The witty book and lyrics addressed everything from how men over 40 become invisible to those in their 20s and 30s, to how the family that is a chorus manages to break down internal barriers, to the challenges of learning the onstage choreography (known in choral circles as "choralography"). This was a show that allowed us to laugh at ourselves--always a good thing, in my opinion--and, in the end, walk away feeling good about ourselves, too.
I had one more chance to enjoy a full concert block before I’d need to go get dressed and then gather together with the Boston Gay Men’s Chorus for our own performance. I chose to attend the concert block scheduled for Boettcher Hall starting at 12:30, featuring Out Loud: The Colorado Springs Men’s Chorus; Cantaria; the San Diego Women’s Chorus; and the Turtle Creek Chorale.
Out Loud offered an energetic program that included a daring rendition of "Kiss the Girl" (the "girl" in question appearing in mermaid drag and smooching members of the group behind her fan) and the nautically themed "Pirate Song," about a male-to-male shipboard romance.
More shanties were the order of the day for Cantaria ("The Gay Men’s Chorus of Asheville"), which fielded just under 20 singers. But that small group comprised such strong voices, which blended so well, that with your eyes closed you would have sworn you were listening to a group four times as big. That large, rich quality of voice came through especially well in the chorus’ touching rendition of "Sure On This Shining Night."
It was quite an honor, actually, for the Boston Gay Men’s Chorus to be scheduled at the very end of the last concert block. We had the privilege of topping off four extraordinary days of music and fellowship, sending our audience away with a smile and a glow.