One of the "perks" of being a musician is being frequently asked (begged sometimes) to plug a gap in someone's musical line-up. If you have a seasonal specialty, e. g. being a Celtic fiddler around St. Patrick's Day, suddenly everyone will be pounding on your door for gigs, or to ask you to come in as a side-man to make their jazz or old-time band "sound Irish" for a couple of weeks.
Tonight, Christmas Eve, I have been called to the Episocopal Church because I can sight-read and sing alto. There are two of this denomination in town - one known for it's beautiful music and professional presentations and the other with a brilliant and thoughtful pastor, but a small choir (many of which members have decamped for the holidays). Each year the former church is packed to the rafters for the midnight service while only a few folk drift in to the latter. These are a scattering of mostly elderly people who favor substance to style in their Christmas celebration. About an hour from now I will be singing for them.
Happy Christmas (as they say in the British Isles) to all of you.
More anon.
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