Wednesday, December 21, 2005

I remember winning "Most Improved" in our college choir.

If you've been reading my blog for awhile, you'll remember Mr. Janz. He was conducting us through Handel's "Elijah" for Masterworks Choir at Trinity Western University. This was going to be a big deal, a performance with professional soloists, an orchestra...we were excited and nervous to take on this mammoth challenge.

It seemed that Mr. Janz was constantly singling me out. For the first part of the semester, he would stop the music and say something like, "Did everyone hear how Paula did that? It was wrong. Paula, let's try it..." and I'd have to work the part out in front of everybody until it was right. Mr. Janz, as all good musicians should be, was a perfectionist. Couple my crush on him with my own perfectionism, and you can imagine how humiliating this whole process was for me.

But by the end of the semester, he would stop the music and say, "Did everyone hear how Paula did that? She was the only one who did it right!! Now, Paula, sing it for us so everyone can hear how to do it." (In case you haven't guessed, I sing loudly whether I know what I'm doing or not...) And when it came time to vote for "Most Improved", apparently I was the obvious choice, the only one brash enough to make my mistakes and improvements in full view of the class.

I still wonder if he ever got married. Ahem...

4 comments:

Spoke said...

He got married. Last time I saw him, he was a broken man shining boots at Granville and Robson. He was singing made up angry "punk" lyrics to Brahm's Lullaby.
Not that I'm jealous of your previous crushes mind you......

Paula said...

No. Not at all. I can tell.

Kim said...

Sad about Mr Janz, sounds like a hard life, man. At least we know he was singing those made up punk songs right....

papa herman said...

i was reminded of a couple we know where the now-wife was formerly his (college?) music teacher.