Humanized idols

When you admire someone - like a movie star, musician, author, colleague, teacher - you tend to build a bubble around them so that they are cushioned in by your admiration. It is often strange to think of them in any setting outside of this element because that is where you most often regard them. Neither do you think of them in normal mundane settings like going to the bathroom, buying groceries, etc.

After the B Minor Mass concert this afternoon I went home on the subway joined by a few other choir members (the orchestra had boarded a bus headed straight to the airport for their 3 week European tour. I'm not bitter. Really.) and to my immense surprise Matt White and Cathy Webster. We all chatted for a while and it was great company. As cheesy as it sounds it made me happy to see them looking so normal, so in love and so happy. I guess I always pictured private taxis scooting the soloists off to their 5 star hotels for champagne and caviar, not heading home on the good old TTC.

Speaking of pleasantly random occurances, Francie got onto the same subway car I was on on Saturday night as I was headed home after the concert. How bizarre is it that she and a friend had been at Trinity St. Paul's to meet up with Pascal (our fabulous tenor soloist) and she'd been dropped off at the subway part-way en route. We chatted for a bit and caught up - I haven't seen her since the One of a Kind show last Christmas.

So the B Minor Mass concert set is done. I get to return my beloved score to the library (again!) until next time. It is quite silly that after all the incredible memories that this music has given me I don't own my own score. But I feel like the little brown hardbound library copy is mine. It's filled with my markings, doodles from Andrei, silly remarks people have said and Ivarisms that it's quite hard to let it go. Until next time my beloved little brown score, until next time.