What does fixing the dog laws mean?
I’m back.
Y’all might remember my...well it wasn’t complaining so much, but last week upon my return from church I said that I was the only choir member at the front of the choir loft and all at least half the church heard was one alto (ME!) and the choir director told me to sing louder and face the front, so I did!
In that little email I wrote I suggested that maybe they put a soprano or two up there with me, dear Lord....what’s up with that?
So today I report to the loft and go to hell, my chair is EVEN closer to the front of the loft and there’s a HUGE MICROPHONE POINTING AT MY FACE!
Heh.
You can’t make this stuff up.
I did, however, have a couple of sopranos up front with me, they also had microphones and despite my hee-haws, it sounded right nice.
My friend Diane Feinstein was Cantor and she’s way the hell at the front of the church and she tells me on the way home that she couldn’t hear the piano (a grand piano, how cool is that?) so she kept time for the congregation by reading my lips!
Lord Jesus spare me. Now the Cantor is reading my singing lips, I’m so close to that loft ending I can inside of peoples’ ears below me, there’s this big microphone pointing to my head....
Heh.
I will expand on these dog laws issues later in the thread, might be interesting to some of you.
Meanwhile, Watching Meet the Depressed on DVR and holy cow, Al Sharpton is one of the pundits?
Go to hell.