One of the last things I did at ChiCon was go to filking, which I haven’t done in ages. I miss making music. I don’t know how to fit it into my life at the moment, esp. since neither Kevin or the kids are interested, but I would dearly love to have at least a monthly music-making session in my life. Sigh.
I didn’t know most of the songs they were doing, so I generally just listened or occasionally came in on the choruses. But I requested Cat Faber‘s Acts of Creation, and one of them was willing to lead it for me. I do love that song. Thanks for it, Cat. It always puts a smile on my face.
If you click on the link, you will mostly hear me singing off-key, alas! In my defense, I was very tired, and it was a little high for me. I still loved it.
“You can tell it on the mountain, in the valley far below,
But you needn’t tell the craftsmen what they already know,
From the author at her keyboard, to the woodwright at his lathe
Every act of creation is an act of faith!”
The woman in the blue shirt sang a totally gorgeous lullaby of her own composition just before I headed out — I don’t know her name, or the name of the song, or if it’s available anywhere, but it was so lovely.