It’s unseemly to whine, but when enough little train wrecks pile up, it’s not quite the Ever Given in the Suez, but it can feel as difficult to get cleared out. Yesterday, on top of the bizarre spectacle of the assistants to three different doctors ghosting me (all with practices that have official “we schedule appointments in 24 hours” policies), USPS just messed me up with returning a letter I’d sent certified….as undeliverable….to Vanguard with the correct address! And that itty bitty SEP IRA contribution needed to be postmarked by March 15, which can’t happen absent a time machine. BTW, the MDs ghosting me had nothing to do with insurance or payment; we hadn’t gotten that far in the intake process.
So rather than attempt to write a post and have it either not be all so hot or take too long due to my frazzled condition, a change in programming seemed to be in order.
Today is Good Friday, which the Christian world outside the US takes more seriously than Easter. For instance, when I lived in Australia, the only two days of the year pubs were required to close were Christmas and Good Friday. By contrast, we Americans with our Disney tastes prefer to focus on the happy ending to Christ’s Passion.
I grew up in a non-religious household and barely had any acquaintance with normal Christian habits. We did belong to the Unitarian Church for the two years we lived in Boston, which had a grand traditional building, and very briefly to a Presbyterian Church down the street from the first house we lived in in Oregon (we moved to a much more glamorous company house in a few months after my father was promoted and the church attendance stopped). So most of Lambert’s Scripture citations are lost on me. But one part I was aware of missing were the holiday sermons and the music. I very much like choirs, particularly when they are big enough to produce a wall of sound, as well as gifted soloists.
Thus this musical offering isn’t an Easter special in the traditional sense, but I hope you will enjoy it. Marcelito Pomoy came from the most desperate background imaginable in the Philippines, abandoned by his mother after his father was imprisoned, and then leaving his adoptive father at the age of 8 when he remarried. Pomoy lived on the streets, managing to find enough odd jobs to eat. He’s self-taught, learning to sing by watching from outside at music halls and imitating the performers exactly. The inspiration for Pomoy’s rendition is a performance of The Prayer by Andrea Bocelli and Céline Dion.
There’s even a genre of “reaction” videos to this performance. My fave:
And a small sampling of the many many more: