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I’m a bad, bad blogger. I’ve forgotten to tell you about the main event this autumn. The earth-shattering, sky-rendering, all-time freaky fun event of the St Jacobs Chamber Choir Baritone Bash of 2008.

For those of you not familiar with the event… Er… That’s not very strange, since we invented it this year. Since the 1st bases of the choir have always been the pinnacle of male beauty, intelligence and loudness, we thought we’d celebrate it by: 1) eating A LOT; 2) drinking A LOT; 4) slaughter a few male choir parts at the piano; and 5) be “almänt självgoda”.

In attendence, yours truly, E2, Herr Mürberg und the Castle.

And I’m happy to report that we succeeded admirably on all points. I wont be able to give you a blow by blow report, so you’ll have to make do with some documentation of the food.

And if you wonder: Yes, E2’s a very good cook.

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For some reason my body decided to screw up yesterday. And by “screw up” I mean fast heart beat, sleep problems, nausea etc. Which meant I’ve spent the day in bed.

Just because I had some fun yesterday? And by “some fun” I mean going out with Herr Mürberg and six other very cool and relaxed folks from the choir. It doesn’t seem fair.

Anyway, I slept through the day and is feeling fine now. So here’s some entertainment for you, Richard Dawkins at the Colbert Report! Great Stuff!

Fano tour 2008 is over. I’m knackered, and I imagine a few others are as well. But hell, a damn fine 5 days it was!

I think I averaged 4-5 hours per night. Not bad, but I must say: Hats off to our two tour n00bs Niklas and David who really showed that they’ll fit right in, they must have averaged a lot less than me 🙂

Extra credits to Märit and Mårten, the tour leaders. Well played my friends.

And credits as usual to Gary, he came through and delivered yet again. I think a few moments there in Martin may well be the best I’ve ever had on stage with this choir.

And dear choir: There’s a reason I love you guys, and this trip is very much an example of that.

Off and out. Up and onwards.

The trip back was… Both god and bad (and slightly hilarious at the end). This bus had a working AC but on the other hand it felt like a ship a sea making more than one person slightly sick.

It also did not take 6 hours. Which was nice. And the landscape between Rome and Fano is lovely. Absolutely gorgeous. Occasionally stunning.

This trip was a good deal quieter than the trip 4 days earlier. I wonder why that was? 🙂

And then the last hour. Good gracious me. Hilarity ensues. The driver, who so far had done a good job appenrtly had never been to Da Vinci Airport. And, probably being nervous, took an exit to early and ended up in the woods. When stopping to ask a passing car how he could at all get back in the right direction, members of the male part of the bus took a much needed opportunity to releive themselves. THis of course was alright, only… Mårten choose to do so in the direction of a road… And obviously there was an Italian gentleman choosing this moment to bicycle past… Mårten can now join the exclusive club of people that have peed at Italian bicyclists!

But don’t think the driver was finished. He did find he’s way towards the Airport, only to miss a turn and end up going the wrong way again. This time he managed a full turnaround, asked at a gas stop, and did, eventually get us to the airport.

And there was much rejoicing.

The flight was, slightly delayed on the runway, had a head wind, and subsequently came in 30 minutes late. But it felt more like business as usual, and everyone being tired, you couldn’t hear too much complaining.

And then… there was silence.

Packaged and ready for the bus trip. We’re a bit tight for the flight, so let’s hope for the best eh?

I’ll get back with a summary and a report from the last party… Eh… Later 🙂

Teatro della Fortuna was… nice. Warm. Packed with people (including nuns). Did I mention that there was quite a lot of nuns in the audience. Did I? One can’t help wondering what they thought about Veni Creator

After the break all choir joined up for a bit of Mahler and other trivialities. Apparently, according to Johan who had caught a nasty cold and set the second half in the audience, it sounded “actually quite good”.

The party afterwards where a large sea-front self service restaurant. When we arrived they weren’t ready for us. A bit strange considering the length of the concert. Half of the choir proceeded to make the arrangers worried by simply leaving for the pub next door (prompting nervous visit of the like “you will came back, won’t you?”) where the evenings first beer was promptly had.

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