It was my first concert singing with the San Francisco Symphony Chorus. John and I had sung with a community chorus for several years and studied voice privately before deciding it was time to audition for the big show. And here we were.
Mistakes were made ... but not by me!
We had performed many concerts with the community chorus, much of the music sung a cappella or with piano accompaniment. Occasionally we got to sing with an orchestra, but mostly the concerts were presented to smallish audiences consisting largely of friends and families of the chorus members. The individual chorus members varied widely in skill and preparation, so on any given night the quality of the production was a crap-shoot. If someone came in early or otherwise sang a wrong note, well, we tried our best. It was also great fun.
The SFSC, on the other hand, was a group of serious professionals. Just being surrounded by the pros during rehearsal made you into a better singer, like playing tennis with someone better than you. This was not a concert one could phone in. I knew the music cold—The Duruflé Requiem, conducted by the reigning lion of choral music, Robert Shaw.
That was the other perk of being part of a professional organization, performing with the biggest stars in the classical music world: the orchestra director and musicians, guest conductors, and soloists.
I was nervous and excited, but confident as I processed onstage in my new black gown and saw the full house of almost 3,000 people who had paid real money to hear this concert. The one thing I didn’t want to do was mess up. Holy crap it was heady.
Downbeat, we begin singing and I can’t believe how much fun I’m having. Then, about four or five pages into it, the time signature starts to change with every measure; 2/4, 3/4, back to 2/4 then 4/4, with a 9/8 thrown in every so often, just for shits and giggles. Suddenly I realize I’m not with the conductor. But I know I’m right, aren’t I? I couldn’t have gotten off the beat that fast. I freak and stop singing while frantically trying to figure out what to do. You can feel the panic in the ranks. I quickly realize—in fact, we all quickly realize—that Maestro Shaw had skipped a beat! But what am I supposed to do? Follow him incorrectly? Sing what I know is right? What is everyone else doing? It’s what is known to musicians as a train wreck, and this one is colossal. This is not supposed to happen here!!
In a flash I reason that the orchestra is too big a ship to turn on a dime and has not followed his miscue. So I pick up where they are and sing out confidently, praying it’s the right call. The rest of the chorus simultaneously makes the same snap decision. All of this happens in a relative eyeblink, but it feels like an eternity at the time. By then Maestro Shaw realizes and corrects his mistake, and all goes smoothly from there. Welcome to the big time!
Patricia is a co-founder of Retrospect, and generally can be found two standard deviations from the mean on most issues. Lover of chef's tasting menus, cute shoes, and the music of Brahms.
OMG. Talk about a nail biter. Nice image. I want to see a photo of you in that black dress!!!
Patti, I can totally relate to this, having sung with many conductors, some great and some not-so-great. But of course even the great ones can skip a beat. I thought you were going to say that his score had 2 pages stuck together and he had skipped an entire page!
Have you watched the Amazon show “Mozart in the Jungle”? Not about singers, but a wonderful portrait of a symphony orchestra.
It did take a couple of pages for the mess to sort itself out, but I think we rescued the end of the movement. Somewhere I have a recording of this, it would be fun to see how noticeable it really was. On that program we also sang Quattro Pezzi Sacri, Four Sacred Pieces, by Giuseppe Verdi, and I think because we were all on edge it was a magical performance. I still remember it vividly.
Yes we’ve seen “Mozart” after reading and loving the book. We even wrote some scenes for a screenplay of it!
Patti, I’ ve sung that piece and know how difficult it is…seems to be almost a Gregorian chant. Can’t believe Robert Shaw left you hanging there! But how thrilling to sing with this accomplished group! Good that you all were able to right the ship. Just before our concert three weeks ago, our conductor quoted Shaw, who evidently said that singing and sex were too much fun to be left to the professionals!
Other than this mini-fiasco, I remember Shaw as an extraordinary choral conductor. He took us through warmups and exercises that were carefully designed to improve intonation and blend. He was just a little out of his depth when conducting an orchestra.