If you knew this song which I sang in college you’d understand why it’s probably politically incorrect to now be sung by a white chorus, regardless of the fact that it was appreciated. It was a great gospel song, and it came to mind today as it has many times. Those songs were sung for a reason.
Mostly they imitate life. You’ve got to up down, turn around, pick a bale a day. Don’t we?
What’s so weird is that I think I could sing all four parts, though not in the proper register. We learned songs and sat through each section rehearsing ad nauseam until we knew the parts. Thus, I can sing every part of the “Hallelujah Chorus” and enter at the appropriate moment, though not in the previously referred to proper register.
Anyway, some days feel like you’re doing the same thing over and over and over and over. You are. Yet, you look for the things that make that same day special? Ooh! Like this song that just came on. “Strangers in the Night.” How I do love a good Sinatra song.