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2004-12-16 - 9:25 p.m. Oy vey. Going by a recommendation by the Craptown newspaper for a concert of "The Messiah" tonight at the high school, my dad and I decided to go. How silly of us to think the Craptown chorus and orchestra would perform the entire thing. How silly indeed. Stupid false advertising! All we got was "And the glory of the Lord", the "Pastoral" Symphony, some horrible soprano solo (the poor girl couldn't even be heard with a microphone), and the "Hallelujah" chorus, of course. And on top of all that, a bunch of horrible arrangements of horrible Christmas music for chorus and orchestra in turn. John Rutter needs to be dragged out into the street and pelted with rotten tomatoes. Or something. Remind me never, EVER to be a high school music teacher of any sort. I have nothing but respect for said people, who put me on the path toward full-fledged Music Geekdom, but by Jeebus, my ears could not take that day in and day out. Nor could my eyes take the garbage kids call "clothes" these days. Skirts above the knee have no place outside a middle school concert. Don't even get me started on spaghetti straps.... and for the choir people, for the love of Ganesha DON'T wear sneakers! It's a goddamn concert, not a street corner! YOU'RE CHILDREN, NOT HOOKERS! Also, I think I need to write a book called Concert Etiquette for Dummies (a.k.a. Parents of High Schoolers). I know I was in high school once. Thank God I was only there once. *vomit* /rant Okay, I'm done now. Have a lovely evening all! 
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