The New York City Gay Men’s Chorus puts on a hell of fun show. The next time you have a chance, go go go.
(That’s not me singing or commenting, by the way. The video is from last year, but it gives you a good idea how much freaking fun these guys are having!)
I went to the Big Gay Sing 2 last night only because my friend had free tickets. But it was just what I needed. Because I’ve been thinking about the things you lose when you move from childhood into adulthood. It’s obvious why this is on my mind — watching my own child discover and explore music, words, his body, the world for the first time is invigorating and exciting and thought-provoking.
There is something amazing that happens when a group of people are all working toward the same thing in music — it is maybe a cliche but there is such an energy about it. When you’re singing or playing in a group, you listen to what the other people are doing and trying to stay in balance. You’re part of a big organism, losing yourself to its needs, but feeling incredibly alive and individual at the same time. It’s powerful and moving and really, really fun.
I sang in the church choir for 13 years of my childhood and in show choir in high school (yes of course I love Glee!). I played trumpet in the marching band, concert band, jazz band, pep band, pit orchestra, my god, you name it and from the ages of 11-18, I played it in. And I do neither now. And I’m sure I’m not alone. What a shame.
Those men last night really made me think about the power of people getting together, in the flesh, to express themselves as individuals and as a group. It made me think of the folly of “being connected” — sitting alone at home, surrounded by glowing rectangles, watching “people” do things. Or “talking to” people through my wonderful glowing rectangles. “Being connected” pales in comparison to physically getting together with other humans and creating something bigger than all of us.
I miss it. I must make a place for it in my life. Did I mention how REALLY REALLY FUN it can be?