NOAH: How much is a cubit?
THE LORD: Hmm… I used to know.
and…
NOAH (after a long tirade): Have you looked at the bottom of that ark? Who’s gonna clean that up? And…
THE LORD: Noah!
NOAH: What!?
THE LORD: How long can you tread water?
(Pause)
NOAH: Right… You and me, Lord… we’re together on this.
]]>Who could forget any of those scenes. We had a very capable Mrs. Noye, as well as a Noye who went on to a career in musical theater (including, incidentally, the local G&S Society, quite a polished professional ensemble here in those days). In Noye’s Fludde, I still remember “Eternal Father, strong to save” arising out of the storm music, and, of course, the Tallis canon at the end, “In Reason’s ear they all rejoice,” with that @#$% recorder ostinato running on seemingly endlessly above it. And even today I could come close to playing the dove’s recorder solo from memory, though I wouldn’t risk it in performance.
Thanks for the memories… and no, I’m not echoing Bob Hope.
]]>Back OT…I can think of more important ways to make a ‘testament” of one’s faith, like maybe donating all that $$$ and those construction skills to improving the lot of God’s children, but maybe that’s just me.
]]>Ah, Steve, we are always gods after we explain how to get out of the mess they have gotten themselves into, but that belief has the lifespan of a mayfly.
]]>I’ve always said that competent IT professionals deserve to be worshiped… 🙂
]]>Three hundred cubits… it shall be long,
And fifty broads to make it strong…
Well, OK, maybe I changed it a bit, to reflect the way we all sang it offstage…
(Fortunately for the world, I did not sing. But I did play the solo alto recorder part, which contains the music for the dove’s flight. Britten, bless him, understood the recorder well.)
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