Then we sing the "Cum Sancto" and we basses sing measure after measure of speedy eighth-note patterns and we're doing pretty damn good. And I'm feeling all special and fantasizing that I'm leading the way and getting it all right. And wer'e about 9 measures into an 11 measure run. And BAM! Mozart grabs me with a slight syncopation and puts me on the floor! For God's sake he's been dead for centuries and here he is reaching out from the great beyond and playing with my mind. And I gotta say it's kind of fun. Humbling but fun. I just wish others could see us as we make this musical sausage.
~Ron