A Part of the Group

Well it seems I have finally found my dorky niche once again: choir.  There are many things that bring me joy, but singing once again in a stellar vocal ensemble is making me quite a happy New Yorker today.  I am now happily one of the newest Sopranos in the Collegiate Chorale (founded in 1941 by Robert Shaw).  We jumped right into our first rehearsal tonight, hardly allowing time for introductions - but I was blown away by the degree of professionalism and extraordinary musicianship demonstrated by the Chorale.  We were spinning through the Spohr’s Last Judgment and Fanny Mendelssohn’s Oratorium and next week we jump into Brahms’ A German Requiem.  Our first concert is only a few weeks away, at Carnegie Hall.  It feels so good to be singing great music again!

Roasted artichoke after choir rehearsal - such an Ashley moment.

Roasted artichoke after choir rehearsal - such an Ashley moment.

“If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.” - Martin Luther King, Jr.

This little friend found me on Governor’s Island, and together we looked longingly at Manhattan.

This little friend found me on Governor’s Island, and together we looked longingly at Manhattan.