OK, We know that your redeemer liveth, already!

Last night, The Colonel, dear friends, and I attended a performance of "The Messiah" put on by the Seattle Symphony.

It's been quite a few years since I visited this particular piece of music, but back in the day, it was quite the popular piece at both Gerald W. Kirn junior high, and Abraham Lincoln High School. I had vague recollections of "We, like Sheep, have gone astray" and of course the schmaltzy "Halleluia Chorus", but I was unprepared for the sheer monotony of all the solo pieces.

Luckily, the symphony thoughtfully included a libretto of sorts, so I could follow along and see how close we were to the blessed, blessed intermission, but it was still rough going. Thank GOD they had bars in the lobby. I really don't think I could have made it through otherwise.

The soloists were good, although the Alto had one of those thick mashed-potato type voices, and the Soprano got herself worked up into a tizzy at regular intervals. The Bass was an odd duck: He sat slumped in his chair for most of the performance, except when he was performing, and the Tenor was a hottie. But aren't tenors always hotties?

All in all, it was a stately, gracious evening. And now I know I never have to go see "The Messiah" again. My curiousity has been sated, and my nostalgia quelched.