MTC #245 - Shine to the Honor of His Name

So it was my birthday this past Friday, and on Thursday night, I was given a pre-birthday treat by being able to rehearse one of my favorite songs, PSALM 148. I suppose that's sort of a boring, cop-out title, and to the outside, unfamiliar observer who saw that printed on a concert program, he or she might be inclined to just pass it over with little thought. Rest assured, however, that the ordinary title is deceptive. It's a very grand song, with layer upon layer speaking of praising God and all of His grand creations--and which has a dramatic ending that sends tingly shivers throughout your very soul. At least, it does for me!

I had a good friend listen to the YouTube video of it (hopefully with the volume way up) and he had this great insight to share:

"The resolution of the last chord is a hundred times more satisfying because of the discord and dissonance immediately preceding.  It feels like a perfect example of opposites in all things.  It also feels like an analogy of the last days in which we are living.  I keep waiting and hoping for that final chord that resolves everything."

Excellent observations and insights Tom. The ending chord is my absolute favorite, especially singing it in the Tabernacle where it just reverberates after our voices stop singing. But like you said, I think it's such a great chord because of what comes before it. It's almost like the dissonance is analogous to our desperate efforts to get rid of those last little things keeping us from becoming like God. And then, almost before we realize it, we've done it! And what's great, too, is that as that last chord is sung, the orchestra and organ completely cut out, and we're left with just hundreds of voicing singing in unity and purity--all thanks to our Savior Jesus Christ and His plan to help us all reach our eternal potential. 

Sigh....
So good, so good. 

Until next time, God be with you.
 

MTC #244 - Exactly Where We Want to Be (+ Farewell to 2!)

As I was observing the people coming into the Tabernacle to watch us rehearse Thursday night, my eyes focused on one Asian man in particular who had been near the front of the line. He quickly went down one of the main aisles and kept looking at the ceiling, then to the benches, then back at the ceiling. I thought that was a bit odd, at first, but then I realized that he was trying to sit exactly where one should sit if he wanted to be right in the middle of the Tabernacle--right under the apex where all of the ceiling slopes up to. I could only guess that this man was thinking that such a spot afforded him the best acoustical experience. Finally happy with his choice, the man sat down with a big smile, ready to hear the songs we had prepared to rehearse. Little did this guy know, though, that his determination to find his definition of the perfect seat fell right in line with what happened an hour earlier.

What happened an hour earlier you ask?

All of the choir met in a room underneath the Tabernacle for "Inservice". As mentioned before on my blog, every year, for two nights, we come early for Inservice to try and hone our musical skills and refresh what we learned in Choir School during our first year. This time we worked on a variety of issues including intonation and vowel placement (which actually go hand in hand). After some focused rehearsing (along with imagining a walnut was in the middle of our mouths), our vowel placement was exactly where we wanted it to be--and where it should be in order to get the sound (pitch, tone, color) right (and thus bring lots of smiles to our directors) .

Just as the Asian guy was trying to sit in an exact location by observing and adjusting, we in the Choir were trying to sing with exactness by adjusting our mouths and jaw and listening to ourselves and each other. 

So it goes in life. By making focused corrections, listening to the still small voice, and observing the results of our actions, we can improve and find ourselves exactly where we want to be. Or, at least, getting closer to where we want to be!

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Paul, front and center

Changing topics, it was a sad day for two friends in the choir who's day was their last. Paul McGuire and Trevor Manning had their last Music and the Spoken Word broadcast today. It just hurts to even think about the emotions they were feeling. From Paul, I learned to strive for exactness, to take the time to look up note discrepancies, and to take unexpected feedback in stride. From Trevor I learned to be more like the "model choir member" Mack Wilberg always asks us to be (come to choir, pay attention, sing well, and leave happy). At any rate, we got some pictures during the break, wrote messages of thanks in their Hymnbooks, and after the last note of God Be With You 'Till We Meet Again, it was all over for them. Best of luck, gentlemen, with starting a new journey in your life. We will miss you. (Some pics from today's broadcast are below)

Until next time, God be with you.

PS: Sometimes certain chord combinations just resonate as purely beautiful ones. I'm making a list of them! One to add to the collection from today was when we sang the word "ride" from Brazzle Dazzle Day: [bass clef] A-flat, E-flat, A-flat, C; [treble clef] E-flat, A-flat, C

 

MTC #243 - Unity

Some weeks it's challenging to write a post that is fresh and new and doesn't sound like something I've posted before. I can always write about the songs themselves, or my feelings while singing them, or upcoming events, or frustrations the choir has to reach the pitch sometimes, or several other things that go on from week to week. And I certainly WILL continue to write about those things. But today I just wanted to write something different.

The choir is made up of lots of different people--just like you'd find in any large group such as a church congregation, or departments of employees in a company. Some are lawyers or doctors. Some work in banking or marketing. Some teach seminary or teach at a university. Some work for the government. Some are stay-at-home moms and dads. 

We have those who are married, those who are single, those who are divorced. We have those who are straight and those who are gay.
We have those who are typically serious, those who like to joke, those who always make comments, and those who just quietly come to choir and leave from choir.
We have some who are physically fit, some who are overweight, some who have a full set of hair, and some who are bald.

But despite our differences, we have commonalities that bring us together.
We are all are going through something hard.
We all make sacrifices to sing.
We all have a testimony of the power of music.
We're all children of a Heavenly Father and Mother.

Elder Henry B. Eyring once said

"[God] cannot grant [unity] to us as individuals. The joy of unity He wants so much to give us is not solitary. We must seek it and qualify for it with others. It is not surprising then that God urges us to gather so that He can bless us. In those gatherings, which God has designed for us, lies our great opportunity. We can pray and work for the unity that will bring us joy and multiply our power to serve."

I hope as a choir we are always striving for that unity as we gather each week, so that our power to serve can be multiplied. And I hope that all of us, as friends, neighbors, coworkers, and families, can pray and work for that unity as well. 

Until next time, God be with you.
 

MTC #242 - Of TOL, JP, and DS

A few things I wanted to share with you today.

First, our broadcast today included a song I've really grown to love called Tree of Life--a song composed by Mack Wilberg with some beautiful lyrics by David Warner. It's one of those songs that could easily be a soundtrack to your entire life. Not a day-by-day soundtrack, but rather one that would perfectly accompany a montage showing key scenes from when you were little all the way to your older years. And as you viewed these key scenes, you'd hear lyrics testifying of how God's love (the tree) was interwoven throughout them and how that love divinely aided you in becoming who you were meant to become. That even though there were tough times and confusing times, it was all worth it. So much so that you'd receive an overwhelming feeling of wanting to praise your Heavenly parents for all the experiences and love they gave you.

That's what I think about when I sing this song.

Today, in particular, I also thought about the fact that I'm going through another "key" time in my life as my kids continue to leave the nest. My son Josh is headed down to college tomorrow, and then in four or five months, will leave to serve a mission.  Singing  Tree of Life helped me focus on the positive aspects of this change, instead of the sad aspects, and helped me feel grateful that there's a time and a season for everything.

You're welcome to listen to the song, HERE.

Second, along with several other guests who joined us for Thursday night's rehearsal, one in particular has gained national attention. His name is Daniel Seddiqui. Daniel spent 50 weeks, one week in each state, working 50 different jobs and gaining a lot of valuable insight and experience along the way. He's now on a quest to revisit each state and immerse himself in various cultural experiences. And what better way to start that quest, then by visiting Temple Square and singing with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir? Just Google his name and you can see various stories/videos on this interesting guy.

Lastly, for any of you interested, the Choir is performing two concerts on the campus of Utah State University (in the Newel and Jean Daines Concert Hall) on Saturday, September 22nd. If you're interested in getting tickets, you can do so HERE. The concert will be the same one that we perform when we're on tour--so if you've never seen it yet, now's your chance.

 

Oh, and one thing I just have to mention (because it will probably never happen again). At rehearsal, there was a passage the basses were singing and Mack stopped us saying that we were actually singing it SHARP! He was almost at a loss for words finding it so completely unbelievable...

Until next time, God be with you.

The Tree of Life by Gustav Klimt

MTC #241 - What's in a Name

With The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints announcing, this past week, that it plans to discontinue the use of terms and phrases that include the word "Mormon" in them (in an effort to emphasize the true name of our Church), I've been bombarded by friends and family members asking me what the new name for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir will be (or if it will even change at all). Simply put, I don't know. And our wonderful Choir president, Ron Jarrett, has asked us not to speculate--so I will not. There is plenty of speculation going on however, by members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and non-members alike, and one only need look to social media to find it.

In the end, I have every confidence that whatever gets decided, it will be sanctioned by the Lord and we'll be able to continue producing uplifting and high-quality music that inspires and gives hope to many around the world. Yes, names are important, which is the whole purpose for the announcement to begin with. And if the name of the choir changes, it will take much effort to let the world know about it. But, the choir behind the name is not changing, nor its mission to be an ambassador for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. That, at least in my opinion, is what matters the most.

Today's broadcast included a wide variety of songs--as is normally the case. From Beethoven's stirring "Hallelujah Chorus", to Irving Berlin's "Count Your Blessings Instead of Sheep". The one that resonated with me the most, though, was "Come, Come Ye Saints", which is interesting because we just sang that one a few weeks ago at our Pioneer Day Concert. Given some trials my family and I have been going through lately though, the words brought me comfort and hope and motivation. 

...no toil nor labor fear...
...why should we mourn or think our lot is hard...
...our God will never us forsake...
...fresh courage take...
...all is well...

So I'm thankful for being able to sing that song today, with dear friends to the side of me, and behind me. What a blessing to sings songs I love, with people I love. And what a blessing to serve other people through the precious gift of inspiring music.

Until next time, God be with you.

MTC #240 - Homeward Bound (x4!)

 
Following Thursday night's rehearsal, as the four of us were riding home together, I mentioned how much I particularly loved one of the songs we're singing on Sunday called Homeward Bound, composed by Marta Keen Thompson. The others in the car agreed and then Willy asked "So what do you think is the meaning behind the lyrics?" Each of us then took turns in relaying our own interpretation of the words to the song, and I must say that it was a really interesting and insightful experience. So much so, that I wanted to share each person's interpretation for my blog post today. 

Before doing that, I'll include the words below for reference, and also include them so that you, yourself (if you'd like), can come up with your own interpretation. While the composer and lyricist most likely had her own intended meaning, I think it's always worth taking the time to internalize the words yourself and sort of "make them your own." When that happens, they become a source of inspiration and strength along your personal journey of life.

LYRICS
In the quiet misty morning, when the moon has gone to bed, 
When the sparrows stop their singing and the sky is clear and red.
When the summer's ceased its gleaming, when the corn is past its prime, 
When adventure's lost its meaning - I'll be homeward bound in time.

Bind me not to the pasture, chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling and I'll return to you somehow. 

If you find it's me you're missing, if you're hoping I'll return,
To your thoughts I'll soon be listening, in the road I'll stop and turn.
Then the wind will set me racing as my journey nears its end.
And the path I'll be retracing when I'm homeward bound again.

Bind me not to the pasture, chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling and I'll return to you somehow.
 

Interpretations
Ben: For me, this song is about me, as a father--working and toiling throughout the week--sometimes traveling far away from home, but always being able to eagerly return to my family and the ones I love.  

Willy: This is about a father and son--a father who's a farmer and a son who is learning his father's trade but doesn't necessarily enjoy it. In fact, he wants to be free to find his own way in life and become who he is supposed to become.

Alan: Each of us is bound to the things of this earth--we're here to toil and work and be subject to this earthly experience and all that that entails. But one day, we'll be able to leave that behind and travel heavenward--taking all that we've learned with us.

Ryan: We all have our agency to pursue our own path in life. There might be norms and expectations that society or others set for us, but we have the opportunity to break free from those and find the calling in life we were meant to find.  


A special thanks to my carpool brethren for letting me share their thoughts on this beautiful song. I appreciate their insights. One of the best parts about all of this was when I was singing Homeward Bound today. Instead of just my own lyrical meaning to ponder and express as part of my testimony, I now had three others!

Until next time, God be with you. 

PS: Another version of Homeward Bound that I really like.

MTC #239 - Receiving Service (Through the Voice of Woe)

From my observation, people in general (at least the ones I've met in life), are more inclined to serve rather than be served. They would rather give than receive. But while serving and giving most assuredly produce positive and rewarding feelings for the giver, it's easier to forget that receiving does the same thing for the receiver.

I had some hernia surgery this past Monday and I knew going into such an event that I'd have to switch into "receiver" mode. The nurses and doctors were all very kind, and afterwards, at home, my wife and kids continually asked how they could help me feel more comfortable--anticipating my needs and showing love as I worked through the pain. As the minutes and hours ticked by each day, I reflected on everyone's kindness towards me and I was filled with feelings of gratitude and appreciation. 

On Thursday, choir rehearsal day, I debated whether I wanted to try and go fulfill my church calling. I was feeling a lot better--though certainly was not back to my normal self. Just the thought of putting on dress slacks that would hug up around my tender incision points was almost enough to make the decision right then and there not to go. But, two thoughts helped me chose otherwise. First, I had just been to Nauvoo a few weeks ago and thoughts of the pioneers and their sacrifices were still in my head and in my heart. If they could sacrifice (with many being sick or afflicted as they walked hundreds of miles to the Salt Lake Valley), then certainly I could do the same and go to choir! Second, I knew that my friends in choir who were aware of my recent surgery, would surely help me. And help me they did.

Both Thursday and today, they walked a little slower with me to make sure I reached my destinations. They carried my music folders. They helped me pickup music that had fallen out of my folders post-broadcast. And they reached out to take my hand and arm to gently get me back up in standing position when needed. 

So thank you. Thank you to my choir friends for truly showing brotherly kindness. And thank you Jennifer and kids for serving and loving even though sometimes I'd temporarily forget the importance (and joy) of receiving.  And to those who watched or listened to our music today, I hope your hearts were in receiving mode and felt how much we love you and how much God loves you.

Until next time, God be with you.