I wanted to join the choir, but I was terrified of singing in public. So my introduction to the Wesley choir started nice and slow. I took my Calculus homework up to the Wesley every night the choir had practice and sat in the lobby working until they were done when Ryan and I would adjourn to the coffee shop next door to "study."
I finally joined the choir later that semester and I was hooked. I loved singing in harmony, I loved the piano music, and the music was meaningful and beautiful. The director was absolutely hysterical too. His name was Peter. He was from England, so anything he said sounded even funnier with his accent (and really, it's surprising that you can improve on phrases like "pull in your rude bits," which is what he instructed the men to do when they had high notes to sing, but you can).
Ryan and I became good friends with Peter during his time in our town, attending "bring your own beef" barbeques at his house, sampling his new baking experiments (always delicious), and watching movies together. He later moved to another city, but when we called him and announced our engagement he said "It's about time!" and then agreed to do the music at our wedding in exchange for gas and hotel money.
So on September 11 this year when Rice University was performing a Requiem composed by Peter, including some of the music Ryan and I had sung in choir
Rather than listen to me attempt to explain how incredibly beautiful the music was, how intricate, how stirring, you can listen to each of the movements here (and knowing Peter, he is snickering right now at the word "movements"). Go check it out!