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Kissy-Wissy…icky wicky???

Bangin’ around, looking for a church whose choir someone of my modest skills could join. One whose customs and thinking do not make someone of my modest religiosity nuts.

Far’s I can tell, if any such institutions exist, they’re few and far between.

The choir at the Episcopal church where I sang for some years first dissolved (after the choir director left) and the came back much morphed into…what?????? Nothing I could sing for, thankyouverymuch.

The choir at the Unitarian church where I’ve been known to hang out is all very…{urk}…lovey-dovey. Ohhhh how we love each other. Just keep your hands to yourself, dammit! Love love lovey-dovey and NO, I am NOT gonna kiss you, for godsake!

Baptists are…well…you know: Baptists.

Catholics? I’ll never make the traditional desiderata.

So. Far’s I can tell, I’m done with choral singing. One option, I suppose, is to take a voice class at one of the local community colleges. Do I really wanna do that? And pay for the privilege? And once I have an AA in music — heavy on communal voice — THEN what?

Makes me sad. Very sad.

 

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