Ever since joining the choir, I have learned that there is a lot more to it than just singing and listening. Our choir, like many other groups and organizations, suffer from "The Politics". I always thought it was a bad use of the word "politics" when it came to describing the little and unsaid stuff, but specifically the underlying feuds or grudges in groups. Even in our theatre group back at home, there are tons of politics. In fact, it looks like the group has somewhat split into two, which has resulted in the "Bad, unorganized, and messy group", and the "talented, hard-working, and money-making group". Of course, I am part of the latter, but, of course, who knows what the other side thinks. Unfortunately, I am biased.
Anyway, I digress.
I am mostly familiar with the politics within the Soprano group, as I am one of them. I am not one to stir up politics, especially because I joined late and am not a music major and thus not comfortable taking the lead and forming catty groups; I am not on my turf. It makes a difference.
Either way, I am not inclined to stir up anything anyway.
There is an unwritten rule within the Soprano group that many of the prima donna fourth years have reserved front seats. This rule carries over to the choir show placement, as they are mostly all in the front. That doesn't bother me, though. I'm not endeavouring to be the star of the show here. In fact, I think most of them who are in front should be in front because of their exceptional voice and stage presence. Naturally, this cannot be said about everyone who has won their front seat, but I think the majority deserve to shine.
Now, enough positiveness. What I hate, what makes me shake with rage, what makes my blood boil as hot as the lava in the Aladdin movie is a petite, 50 something year old who is in the Sopranos. Besides her frame, there is nothing else petite about her; she is irritating, annoying, and has an extremely terrible voice. Her voice is enough to make you think a fire alarm got set off; if you compared her voice to Oskar Mazareth's shriek in Die Blechtrommel, you would swear that Oskar has the voice of an angel.
She tries to be chummy-chummy with the rest of us, whilst at the same time trying to show us how much better she is. She enjoys interrupting the choir, pointing something out to the choir director that we did wrong; we then sing it again, for her sake, and she messes it up. What kind of woman tries immaturely to show up a bunch of 20 somethings? She's one of a kind, I tell you.
So, now you must ask yourself the question: how on earth did this woman get into the choir? Simple, her husband is a professor at the University. It is for this sole reason that she feels that she is da bomb. She doesn't seem to do her own thing or have her own life because she is always here, hanging out with her husband. She's doesn't even work here.
And that brings me back to the politics. Her and her husband have a fued between another couple who work at the University. He is also a music professor, and she helps out with the choir. Of course, both wives started the feud for who knows what reason, and then the poor husbands got schlepped along and now must be on their wives side. Apparently, it causes some animosity in the music department, and a few students have said that it causes problems.
Because wife number two helps out in our choir, she was in charge of the seating placement for the choir show. Even though shrieky wife is shorter than I am, she was put in the very last row. This puts a smile on my face.
It is true, though, that I do not care much for either couple. But if the two couples were ever to fight and draw in the students with them, I would easily jump on the non-shrieky couple bandwagon and enjoy the pleasant and probably a more peaceful ride.