Word: singings
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...photo shoot midway through Sophie's run, though, she can't resist a peak at a couple of clippings posted to an Opera House message board, and she beams with delight at the headlines. (The accolades for her acting are especially gratifying: she'd like a non-singing role someday.) The photo session lasts for more than an hour, but despite her obvious fatigue Kirchschlager poses, preens and clowns good-naturedly, taking a short break only to call her son Felix in Vienna to say good night. Kirchschlager doesn't act the part of an opera grande dame and makes...
...hushed crowd waited for Monteiro’s pronouncement, about 20 tuxedo-clad members of the Harvard Glee Club waiting in the hallway began to sing “Domine Salvum Fac,” a song requesting divine protection for presidents...
...Kuo’s scarce down time, she is known to sing Christmas carols year-round, walk around her room naked and even croon “Come on Eileen” while sporting a silver boa. She justifies her once-a-semester laundry habit by citing water conservation and harbors an unrequited crush that involves stalking a florist. Roommate Kristin E. Naragon ’03 calls Kuo a “grown-up Punky Brewster...
Around this time every year, the Congregational church in my village holds a carol sing. Although mine is a secular family, we have felt a proprietary affection for our spare white church since my brother and I were small and hailed the bronze weathercock atop the steeple with “Cock-a-doodle-do, Rooster” every time we drove by. When it is lit up for the carol sing the windows glow yellow and the Rooster Church looks too perfect to be real, like a miniature church with a light bulb inside bought to accompany an electric...
Inside, the carols sound improbably beautiful; I have never been able to understand how a bunch of people without much musical talent individually can sound so good singing together. By some trick of the lighting or of my imagination, everyone looks as beatifically illuminated as the delighted magi in Renaissance paintings. Through the north-facing windows you can see Christmas lights twinkling on the blue spruce across the street that in the daytime shades the plaque commemorating the young men my village has lost in every war since the Revolution. And although I haven’t gone...