This Hamburg sky is mixed today, blue plus clouds. The sermonizer´s now at his old game of how´ll I trap excellence, whether thought or sounded.
Hmmm. Between the thought and the act falls the shadow. ( “This Sunday will never again come back ” etc, ) I may call it bathos or pathos, it depends. What texts then for a projected Alto Rhapsody ? Far in the future, yes, but what seamless text ? On this Sunday, well, I as yet don´t know; the soaring words must soar as the alto voice soars, deep-throat, middle and occasional upper range.How´ll the orchestra help or hinder ?
I don´t quite yet know that either. But I will.