December 8th, 2004

sinking, dazed, depressed, forgotten, failure

Vespers 2004: Dona Nobis Painful

Vespers seems to be a traditional holiday event for the more well-to-do of the community here; aged gentlemen in woolen blazers and khaki slacks slowly escort elderly ladies who are obscured underneath fluffy Christmas sweater coatings. This concert is intended to invoke rejoicing in the peaceful spirit of prayer, and perhaps for the audience, it actually does something rather like that.

For me, however, it doesn't accomplish anything of the sort! All it makes me want to do is tear my eyes out, and then go after the idiots standing in the risers behind me, or maybe that one audience member who seems to suffer from strategic coughing. Or! Maybe the one who brought their sobbing child who is now proceeding to ruin our recording by whining through the quietest of songs. Or, maybe whoever had the brilliant idea, forty-five years ago, to do an event like this.

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Other people cried when they realized it was their last Vespers ever, but I don't think I'm going to look back in the years to come and miss it. I may come back as an audience member if they name it something like, "Vespers: 'A Two-Hour Treatise on the Word Allelujah,' or, 'How Many Different Ways We can Say the Same Thing.'"
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