I thought the TFC performance at last night’s Pops concert went quite well, although it is quickly becoming clear that doing a lot of these concerts back to back on weeknights has the potential to take some of the magic from the experience—primarily by exhausting me. However, in the haze of the last few minutes of last night’s concert, I found out something: Saturday night’s audience wasn’t “roaring with approval” because the chorus stood to sing.
It was roaring with approval because an enormous American flag had just unfurled directly above us in front of the proscenium, ending some ten feet above our heads.
Heh. At least I wasn’t alone in my ignorance. The guy right in front of me found that out for the first time last night, and he’s been singing in the chorus for several years.