Last night I got to listen to Brahms played expertly by a cellist, and tonight was Billy Collins, who IS the rockstar everyone fusses over him being, and then I got to listen to a prospie-aimed show where two of our college's a capella groups sang and the improv comedy group did their thing, and everyone there was laughing because they meant it, and holding their breath most of the rest of the time.
There is a beauty in mixed voices singing gleefully that is pretty hard to catch anywhere else.
And I am one lucky so-and-so.
There is a beauty in mixed voices singing gleefully that is pretty hard to catch anywhere else.
And I am one lucky so-and-so.