Singing
Went to what I was expecting was coral music concert, and was more a coral divertimento, a christian men?s choir full of admonition and covers of old rock bands. Condescending, linear, plain and at points infuriating.
It is not only that I enjoy Gregorian chants on their own, their beauty and sublime emotion within their clear melodic line, thus it hurts to see it mangled after a cover from a never-achieving-Pink-Floyd-status band like Mr. Mister.
It was also that, in the middle of the program, they set up this conversion schtick, this pseudo-play by which they portray what happens to all university males that forego religious values and turn into conflicted businesspeople. Did I say males? Yes! No women, of course, unless used as props for their message.
Anyway, a letter from the father: ?Dear Son, it has been two years since we known about you...?.
Manipulative bastards, saying things that hurt so bad just to put a little bit of salt in their bland spiel! ?Your mother and I..? and my two friends were crying with me, because we haven?t seen our families, we can?t change our circumstances, we need our people and our love, and yet we haven?t, we can?t, we won?t!
Next concert I go will definitely be a Gregorian chants ensemble, or a Palestrina, or anything else that makes me want to cry, but of joy.