Working (and Playing) Holiday
Yesterday was supposed to be a holiday for people who lived (and worked) in Quezon City.
But not for me.
I had to report to the office for some administrative matters, but primarily to prepare for a hearing I will have today. It's still that big case I was talking about for this year. And the work there may not stop until the end of the year.
But before that, I played for a funeral mass for the husband of a choirmate. I don't know if I have mentioned this but the members of my primary choir are all old enough to be my parents. Actually, all of them are friends of my parents and my mom and dad should be the members of the choir (and not me). I'm a member of that choir by proxy (or in their place).
Anyway, it has been a long time since I played in a funeral mass. I almost played in one last February for the dear friend we lost to leukemia, but my guitarist stood me up, but that's beside the point.
There is something about a funeral mass that inspires me to play better. It's probably the emotional connection the choir and the songs can have with those left behind. We chose uplifting songs that dealt with resurrection.
This funeral mass let me discover a new capability of my flute and my developing flute skills. I'm beginning to add expression to my flute playing. This is more than the ability fluctuate the volume of the flute. I mean actual emotion into the playing. And I'm excited I beginning to develop this.
And of course, this showed because we wanted to play (and sing) well to comfort our choirmate and her family somehow. And I truly hope we did.
And it was all downhill from there after that mass.
May your soul rest in peace.
But not for me.
I had to report to the office for some administrative matters, but primarily to prepare for a hearing I will have today. It's still that big case I was talking about for this year. And the work there may not stop until the end of the year.
But before that, I played for a funeral mass for the husband of a choirmate. I don't know if I have mentioned this but the members of my primary choir are all old enough to be my parents. Actually, all of them are friends of my parents and my mom and dad should be the members of the choir (and not me). I'm a member of that choir by proxy (or in their place).
Anyway, it has been a long time since I played in a funeral mass. I almost played in one last February for the dear friend we lost to leukemia, but my guitarist stood me up, but that's beside the point.
There is something about a funeral mass that inspires me to play better. It's probably the emotional connection the choir and the songs can have with those left behind. We chose uplifting songs that dealt with resurrection.
This funeral mass let me discover a new capability of my flute and my developing flute skills. I'm beginning to add expression to my flute playing. This is more than the ability fluctuate the volume of the flute. I mean actual emotion into the playing. And I'm excited I beginning to develop this.
And of course, this showed because we wanted to play (and sing) well to comfort our choirmate and her family somehow. And I truly hope we did.
And it was all downhill from there after that mass.
May your soul rest in peace.
transcription by Punzi @ 10:14 AM
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