December 4, 2011
Christmas at Luther week is many things. It’s over 10 hours of rehearsal, plus five performances. It’s arriving early to warm up after walking through the frigid wind. It’s listening to choristers try and spit the lyrics clearly enough. It’s playing transition hymns multiple times to ensure the choir has enough time to find their “windows.” It’s making sure you have clean (enough) black clothes, and conquering the tall heels. It’s having the discipline not to slouch, fidget, or fall asleep as you sit on the dark stage. It’s drinking coffee in between shows so you don’t fall asleep as you sit on the dark stage. It’s trying to follow multiple conducting styles. It’s plugging stand lights back in that have fussy chords, and turning pages like a ninja. It’s trying to warm up your hands after you’ve become an ice sculpture. It’s trying to be productive in your academics when all you want to do is play music.
Christmas at Luther is also about playing music. It’s playing music with your friends. It’s sharing music with others. It’s the pre-performance traditions, “getting some.” It’s the choirs filing in as the orchestra tunes. It’s the moment Dr. Tim Peter almost breaks down in the middle of a piece because of the beauty. It’s when Dr. Baldwin gives the smile and wink, good job. It’s the rumbling organ, the clangs of the bell choir. It’s the audience and their thanks for the experience. It’s hugging the crying seniors. It’s being surrounded by 500 voices singing praise. It’s 500 small flames illuminating the entire stage. It’s the silence after the last chord dissipates. It’s the peace and joy shared by all. It’s sharing the greatest story. THAT is the point.