mozart, mozart, mozart!

We will have sung the Mozart Requiem for about fourteen hours this week by the time we're done with it on Saturday. While it is a relief to be beyond familiarized with the music (it can be kinda stressful to jump in as a "ringer" and sing something cold), it's getting a bit old. Have I mentioned lately how much more superior the Brahms is? Or even the Verdi, for that matter--while it's long and a bit over the top, at least it's satisfying. The Mozart Dies irae is so pedantic.

OK. I really need to go into work. However, I love the '80s is on, and you know what THAT means. I'm glued. They were just talking about Mon chee chees and ZZ Top. Complete with furry guitars.