Colin Timothy Gagnon (sacredspud) wrote,
Colin Timothy Gagnon

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So I'm in an a cappella group...

You kids can't possibly understand how much this amazes me. As you won't likely recall, I said awhile ago that I'd be auditioning for a group called offBeat Acappella. The audition happened tonight, and I didn't think I'd get in.

You must understand, my voice is not in particularly primo condition today. I took my father to the Rock River Thresheree in Edgerton. For those unfamiliar, the Thresheree is a community festival which showcases old coal, diesel and steam-driven equipment. It's not the kind of thing I would have taken any of my ex-girlfriends to (and Ellen would probably have gotten bored as well), but it's exactly the sort of place you'd go if you were designing sets for a production of Jeff Wayne's Musical Version of The War of the Worlds.

I'm not, but it is. Anyway, we ran (briefly) into evil_jim, his father, and matt_william. It was a short conversation, and I will probably be described in their journals as "terse," "standoffish" and "Dennis."

A good time was had at the Thresheree, but you can actually see the air there, and by the time I got home my voice was worrying me. I loaded my MP3 player with Quazarin and Da Vinci's Notebook songs, and warmed up on the way to my audition. Once I got there, I found myself fairly nervous despite knowing more than half of the people in the room. I'd been told to work up an audition piece -- "nothing fancy, Happy Birthday will do." After making a list, revising it, revising it further, having it signed in triplicate, sent in, sent back, queried, lost, found, subjected to public enquiry, lost again and finally buried in soft peat for three months and recycled as fire lighters, I settled on Happy Birthday.

Then we sang The Lion Sleeps Tonight, and I tried to pick up on the bass part being sung by The Guy I Didn't Know (his actual name is Eric, incidentally). After the song was over, he went up to whatever part he usually sings, and I tried to keep up as we sang it again. They thanked me and kicked me out, promising that I'd get a call back tomorrow. I must've done okay (or okayer than I'd expected) because the call came as I was pulling into our driveway. We get together to practice next Monday. I'm excited.
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