Saturday, June 30, 2007

Showtime!

Last night Rob and I headed down to Riverbend to see the Mormon Tabernacle Choir in their Cincinnati debut. We were VIP host couples, so we milled around the VIP tent eating all manner of food and talking to all manner of people. It was an all star cast, both from Cincinnati and from Salt Lake. Craig Jessop and Mack Wilberg even came by, along with Mr. Mac himself! The concert was wonderful, of course. You can only imagine how the choir sounds in a large outdoor venue. The crowd jumped to their feet after Betelehemu, and Erich Kunzel turned and conducted the standing audience in the final chorus of the Battle Hymn. Who knew the choir was so popular here? In fact, several senior centers rented big buses to bring huge groups out to the event. The final standing ovations resulted in two encores: Somewhere Over the Rainbow (truly - add this one to our collection) and This Land is Your Land. Erich Kunzel is about the most jovial, animated conductor I've ever seen, and he was a blast. The best part of the evening, though, was the VIP gift bag we got as we left the VIP reception. Isn't it the ultimate Relief Society creation? The Busken family, of the famous Busken bakery, created the cookies, and some wonderful set of Relief Society women made the tags that say "Thank you for spending the evening with us" and tied them on the cellophane bags with ribbons. Note, too, the inclusion of authentic salt water taffy, as well as the choir's latest CD of Broadway classics.

4 comments:

Lizzie said...

Sounds like an amazing night! How fun to be a VIP! I love the Tab Choir, and this concert sounded fabulous!

Sister Abby Bowler said...

I love it! Hurray for RS--how would anything get done otherwise? SOunds like a super fun evening to hob-nob with choir!

Unknown said...

hkhl and extended hinckley clan:
when i was a wee student worker in the university of georgia alumni house, my boss, the retired reverend claude mcbride (say it as southern as you can) of the first baptist church of athens liked nothing better than a cool spring breeze, the windows open, and . . . a little motab. "how about some motab, iliana?" he would say. "any good day is a better day with some motab." amen, brother friend, i would say. and in a similar vein, one of my mother's prized childhood possessions was an LP of the motab christmas album. she had it until it literally broke in two. from slc to queens, ny to athens, ga, every good day is a better day with motab.

Unknown said...

oh and apologies; i meant to sign my comment as iliana, hkhl and rcliii's accquaintance from law school, not random stalking motab commenter.
xoimp