Morehead

I woke up at 4:30 this morning. It's 10:50 right now and I can't go to bed until at least midnight. You'd think I have an infant around here. Nope...just teenage girls. I am chaperoning seven girls from my high school at a choral festival at Morehead State University. We left at 6:00 this morning (Monday) and won't return until after midnight tomorrow (Tuesday). I'm lucky though, these girls are good and I haven't even had to pull out my evil Mommy eye yet.

The Morehead Choirs put on a concert for the HS Festival attendees tonight. It reminded me that I need to expose myself to "real" music more often. I don't know if "real" is a fair term. I guess all music is real at some level, but I miss being surrounded by....scholarly music. Music in other languages that I can't understand with harmonies so complex that my ear can't easily dissect. But I'm engulfed by it's beauty nonetheless.

The last of their 5 choirs to perform was the MSU Black Gospel Ensemble. While I wouldn't qualify them as scholarly music, that type of music feeds my soul in a whole different way. There is nothing better than sitting in a crowd that is spontaneously brought to its feet and begins singing/chanting along with the performers. I have to admit that my inner Nell Carter came out just a bit. She comes out in the car all the time when I'm driving by myself and have my Kirk Franklin turned up - but I usually try to keep her at bay otherwise.