MTC #178 - A Thanks to the Fallen

We sang five beautiful songs today to honor those who sacrificed their lives in defending our country. I've mentioned before how I'm not always too keen on patriotic songs and their often quirky/over-sentimental lyrics. However, today's songs were ones I very much enjoyed singing. Interestingly enough, the one I liked the best was one with no lyrics at all. I liked it best because I was free to think my own thoughts--to have the music, itself, evoke images and feelings related to freedom and those who have helped preserve it. "Hymn to the Fallen" was name of the song. Check it out if you have a few minutes.

The Tabernacle itself was filled to over-capacity. In fact, they had to turn many people away because there was no room left by 9:15a. At least a third of the audience came from a BYU Basketball Camp that had been going on this past week. Dads and their sons, mostly dressed in white shirts and ties, joined the rest of the audience, as has been a Memorial Day weekend tradition for as long as I've been in the choir. A quick search online shows the tradition going back as far as 2003, though it may go back much farther than that. At any rate, I hope everyone enjoyed the music and the spirit, and took a moment to say a prayer of thanks to the fallen.

As a side note, if you've ever wondered just how many men and women have fallen in war, this graph shows that number to be more than 1.1 million! (That's about the equivalent of a city the size of Austin, Texas or San Jose, California) It's all so very tragic, really. Tragic that peaceful solutions aren't sought after more, or that such solutions, even when put in play, end up not working. I'm sure, too, that the 1.1 million number will most certainly rise as time moves forward.

As we sang God Be With You 'Till We Meet Again, I turned and sang to the people who were in the far right balcony. I thought it would be nice to do since it seems like most of the choir just sings out to the main audience in the middle. As I did, I seemingly locked eyes with a younger man who kept watching/listening intently. As we sang the last line, his hands went up to his eyes, wiping away tears. While I highly doubt he was actually looking at me, I'm so glad that he was able to feel something as we sang. I hope he knows how much God loves him.

Until next time, God be with you. 

PS: a special thanks to Mack Wilberg for being patient with the choir this morning. For the life of us (or, at least, some of us), we could not sing in tune. Thankfully, after much practice and many stern words, we pulled it off and got the "two thumbs up" at the end of the performance. Wheww!
PPS: a special thanks to all those who have purchased a copy of our latest CD, "Mormon Tabernacle Choir & Friends". It's now at the number 2 spot on Billboard's Classical chart and number 1 on the Classical Crossover chart.

MTC #177 - Of Canada, Teleprompters, and the One

 

This year, Canada is turning 150 years old! And, as you can imagine, our fine friends to the North will be celebrating this milestone with a lot of activities including everything from tree planting, to sporting events, to trying to set a world record in Toronto with the largest rock music performance. As part of all of the celebratory events, the Mormon Tabernacle Choir was asked to record a special Music & the Spoken Word, Canadian style. So, we did. Following our normal MSW performance this morning, we had a 10-minute break and then went for round 2. We were already dressed in appropriate colors (red dresses for the women and red ties for the men), but, in addition, the men were given a little Canadian pin to add to their lapel. We sang the Canadian National Anthem, along with a few other songs that were already in our repertoire. And, as an interesting side-note, one of the songs we sang was "This Land is Your Land." You might be saying to yourself, "But wait! That's an American song!" Well, yes, yes it is. However, in 1955, The Travellers took the liberty of altering some of the words to replace the US geographical references with Canadian ones:

This land is your land, This land is my land,

From Bonavista, to Vancouver Island

From the Arctic Circle to the Great Lakes waters,

This land was made for you and me.

Who knew? 

Singing a very well-known song with new lyrics is always challenging as the synaptic pathways in the brain want to travel down a familiar road--not the new one. But obviously with some mental concentration, the switch can occur. Or, if you have a teleprompter, it's really no problem at all! 

Speaking of teleprompters, it's been an interesting past few weeks having that tool available every Sunday. I must confess, it's a bit strange. We rarely, rarely have used the teleprompter in the past during Music & the Spoken Word. We use it during some of our concerts to help with the large number of pieces we have to sing, and to be of help to the guest artists who are performing. But I can't even remember a time we've used one on Sundays. 

Here's the thing though. Since the teleprompter is directly in back of, and slightly above, the director, the prompter really only helps those in the choir who are situated right in front of the director. For the 1st sopranos, and the 2nd basses who are on the extreme sides, there's probably a 30 degree angle issue preventing us from utilizing the prompter. Sure, we can easily move our eyes from the director, to the prompter, and back again. But if we had a camera on us and did that, it would be very obvious. So, I'm left scratching my head as to it's purpose. The only two things I can think of are first, as mentioned, it helps those who have middle seats. Second, if we're singing a song where the men and women switch back and forth (or there's a longer stretch of just the orchestra playing), we can glance up at the prompter for the next set of words  knowing the camera isn't on us yet. Regardless, for most of us, it's probably easier to just memorize the music and reap the benefits that come from doing that. 

Lastly, I want to mention a special experience that happened during the small break we get after rehearsing and before performing. A friend and I were just walking around the Tabernacle, and a woman came up to us and said "One of the songs you're singing today is just for me." We asked her which one. She said "I don't which one, but I flew here knowing that one of them would be just for me today." We thanked her for telling us, and we told her we'd be thinking of her during the performance. 

Thought about her, I did. Could someone be prompted to come to Salt Lake City, to Temple Square, to see a 30 minute performance by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir in hopes that at least one of the songs would be just for that particular person? I thought about the wonder of that, and I offered a prayer that this woman would have the experience that would complete her act of faith. I'll never know the ending to the story, but God is a god of miracles and since He is keenly interested in "the one", I'm confident He helped her feel uplifted and encouraged through "the one" song that she felt was just for her. 

Until next time, God be with you.

 

Dave L. and me, with our Canada flag pins

 

MTC #176 - Goods and Bads

Ready to record! (the blankets on the seats help with sound we're after)

As my family and I sit down to eat dinner on the nights we're all together, we have this tradition of going around the table and each person sharing their "goods and bads" of the day. The rule is that you always have to share at least one good thing that happened--and then, optionally, you can share one bad thing as well. But if you share more than one bad, you have to balance it out with another good. 

I thought I'd take this same approach in reviewing the week that the Mormon Tabernacle Choir just had. Every so often, the Choir and the Orchestra work on recording music for a future CD release. And this past week happened to be one of those times. 

Good: the great thing about recording is that you know that many, many people are going to eventually listen to the recording and hopefully be impacted in a positive way--for years and years to come. So keeping the fact in the back of your mind is definitely helpful.

Bad: coming for four nights in a row, from 6:45p to 10p, to actually do the recording. It takes a lot of time. This one last week was actually shorter than most, since sessions in the past have included all day Saturday. And when we recorded The Messiah a few years ago, I think we came Tues-Sat one week, and then three or four nights the next week. Brutal!

Good: when you hear Ryan Murphy in the sound booth (who is listening to how things are sounding through the mics) finally tell us that we can move on to the next section of the song).

Bad: when, after working on a certain section for the umpteenth time, the basses are told over and over and over again that they aren't singing high enough on a few of the notes. It's terribly exasperating, especially when you feel like you, and the people immediately around you, are singing in tune and would go sharp if we went any higher.

Good: when you feel like a certain section of the song you've been working on is being sung almost as with one voice. I recently read "Boys in the Boat" by Daniel Brown, about a rowing team that went on to win a gold medal in the 1936 Olympics. A quote from there sums this feeling of "one-ness": "All were merged into one smoothly working machine; they were, in fact, a poem of motion, a symphony of swinging blades... What mattered more than how hard a man rowed was how well everything he did in the boat harmonized with what the other fellows were doing."

Bad: the ache in your back that seems to grow as the hours tick by. Occasionally, either the men, or the women, will get lucky and be able to sit for more than a couple of minutes at a time. But for the most part, it's a standing marathon.

Good: hearing or seeing choir members around you say, or do, funny or interesting things to cope with the monotonous stretches of the experience. This helps keep emotions in check and help the minutes go by more quickly.

Bad: when your marking pencil's lead breaks and there are a whole host of last-minute text changes to write in. 

Good: sitting next to the section leader who is prepared with a pencil sharpener!

Bad: not getting to hear the finished product for a year or two later.

Good: taking a step back and recognizing that getting to sing and record with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir is a grand privilege and worth the occasional sacrifices that must be made to make a recording session successful. :)

Look for a new CD next year, I'm thinking. (I don't know officially, just making a guess) Until then, our recently released "Tabernacle Choir and Friends" CD is available for your listening pleasure.
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Changing gears, today is Mother's Day of course, and our broadcast this morning was dedicated to singing about mothers. Mack always says that putting together songs for a Mother's Day program is a very challenging process. Mainly because a lot of the songs out there are like lollipops: over-saturated in sweet, sweet, sentiment! I have to admit that even with the songs that were chosen, I, personally, had a hard time thinking about my mother when singing them. There were certainly some of the lyrics that rang true, as they spoke of love and dedication, patience and nurturing. But I don't often go walking in meadows of clover thinking about my mom, or go into gardens and think about her either. ;)  That all said, I felt like many in the audience were touched by today's program. In fact, during our 15 min break between rehearsing and the actual live broadcast, one of the volunteer ushers mentioned that a tour group had just watched the run-through. And as they had left the Tabernacle (needing to board their bus) they left with tears in their eyes from the experience they just had. It was a good reminder that even a rehearsal can impact our listeners, and the songs chosen--all of them--are chosen, in part I believe, because our listeners are diverse, and bring with them a wide variety of experiences and circumstances. Different songs affect different people, and who knows but that several in the audience today did think about their mothers upon hearing lyrics about meadows and flowers and gardens. 

So hats off to Mack and Ryan who come up with songs week after week, that are just what people need to hear.

Lastly, happy Mother's Day to all moms and all women. Thanks for all you have done and continue to do!

Until next time, God be with you.

MTC #175 - So Easy to Forget

Rehearsal and the broadcast today were fairly uneventful--in that there was nothing out of the ordinary that occurred. It never ceases to amaze me, though, how many people come to listen to us sing, both on Thursday nights and on Sunday mornings. Some come in quickly, move their way up to the front and immediately take out their cell phones to snap some pictures. Others walk in more slowly, perhaps with a lot on their minds or with heavy hearts. They take their seats and keep their eyes glued on the choir. Then there are some who come in, listen a bit, and leave not long after. I'm grateful for any and all who decide to even spend a minute with us. Hopefully they leave feeling like they got what they came for. 

Today's music had a lot of wonderful lyrics. I could probably write pages on how they all made me feel and what they made me think about. But there's one passage in the first song we sang, that caused me to ponder on the simple but sad fact that we all tend to forget. I'm not talking about forgetting where we put things or forgetting about an event we had scheduled to attend. I'm talking about forgetting about lessons life has taught us. Forgetting about blessings God has given us. Forgetting about things we've learned once upon a time that we felt in our hearts to be true. Forgetting we've received answers to prayers or peace in our hearts during hard times. And then, when more hard times come or we get upset because things don't seem to be going our way (but feel they should), we are quick to complain and slow to remember. 

From the song "Thou Lovely Source of True Delight":

Then even as my comforts droop
And sin and sorrow rise
Thy love with cheering beams of hope
My fainting heart supplies.
But ah! Too soon the pleasing scene
Is clouded o’ver with pain
My gloomy fears arise between
And I again complain.

I've been guilty of forgetting lately and this song helped remind me of that human fallacy. If God, in His great love, has helped me in times past--even when (and especially when) I've been treading in rough waters, then why wouldn't He continue to help me now? It's not in His character to forsake any of His children. WE are HIS work. And God doesn't get distracted or take any detours from giving us what we need. Especially (and particularly) when we are doing our best to REMEMBER HIM.

I, for one, want to hang on to those "cheering beams of hope". 
You are welcome to join me.

Until next time, God be with you.