Matthew Musing

I was a member of the L.C. Singers as a Junior and Senior at Lake Catholic. I look back on those days fondly, but regret some of the choreography. So did the choreographers, as we gave several of them a very hard time. I have several stories from these days.

We would perform at varios corporate events and banquets - most often around the holidays. At on such ‘gig’ (we were performers so we called them gigs) the men’s snazzy uniforms were a nearly exact match as the waiters. As we approached the makeshift stage, a nice matronly type tugged on my friend’s sleeve and asked “Could we get some more roast beef, dear?” Without missing a beat (we were musicians, after all) my comrade said “Why of course!” I don’t know if she ever got more roast beef.

It was probably 1973  or 1974. Easter, most likely. We were not inclined to such fancy duds just any Sunday. I was probably complaining about the tie. My oldest boy will whine “Oh maaaaaan!” when we tell him he has to do something he would rather not. Looking at this picture I fear I know where he gets it!

I sure seem concerned with that candle! I’m pretty certain I was in seventh grade at the time. I really wish my current parish would revert to the cassock and surplus look. For that matter I wish they would process with candles flanking the crucifix. Or pretend to give a hoot about Redemptionis Sacramentum.

Update: Hello Flickr folks. Not a toothpaste stream - not a mannequin, just having a little fun by posting what some might consider embarrassing looks from my past.  If you can’t laugh at yourself, you got problems.

This was 1983 - I think. And it is fairly obvious I was in choir. I sang baritone that year.