Sunday Winge

So I lead worship [1] today at church.

My voice was very weak, and perpetually sharp, so I'm pretty sure I'm coming down with something.

I also led a song which, by popular consensus, was the closest thing to country [2] I've ever come.  It also had quite a few 'th's' [3] in it.  Not a very big fan of the 'th's' [4] as they often obscure the message with cumbersomeness, and archanitry.

I also noticed that I ended every song with a minor ritardando [5].  That has to stop.  I'm all for the use of modulation, tonality, pitch, and volume to create a mood, but that brings all the schmaltzyness of Vegas home to roost. I've not capitulated, and gone to the traditionally charismatic sound section on my keyboard [6], and I won't relax my expectiations on this either. Stop it Ginger! [7] [8].

That is all. [9] [10]

1. aprox 30 min of corporate singing, encouraging one another, and honoring God musically.

2.  spits twice, makes sign of cross, throws salt over left shoulder, wards off the evil eye.

3.  loveth, knoweth, etceth.

4.  as if God actually speaks today in a syntax that existed 300 years ago, the gramatic equivalent of 'like' and 'not' and 'as if' and 'rebellious much?' of today's "English".  Seriously.  A Thee or Thou doesn't make things more holy.

5.  slowing down of the last few measures till the finale.

6.  nice 80's style electric piano, snyth strings and the like.

7.  slaps herself.

8.  not to be read as a self depricating reproach, or incessant, insecure self analysis, but instead as an "oh I noticed this today and must remember not to do it again if I possible can"

9.  for now

10.  format stole from the ever imitable John