Notes from a Tired Musician
(Didja catch that little pun?)

I never thought I'd say this, but I'm sick of singing Messiah. And since George always uses the Hallelujah Chorus as an encore, that means six — count 'em, six — Hallelujahs in the next 72 hours.

Thank TheUnknowable (with a wink to Tyler) that I'm not a first soprano having to hit all those As or Ds or whatever they are.

I never wish people ill, but I wish the Foghorn Leghorn tenor over my right shoulder would come down with laryngitis.

Hallelujah!