...choirs don't really become choirs until they perform -- publicly. So come
on folks -- Sing!
Harrison
So, are we saying we need a song now? Ya mean with like lyrics and a tune
and stuff? This is definitely new, and, sorry Chris Corrigan, beyond the
purview of that committee you keep referring things to.
I picture a marching band, with uniforms and Whitney Houston out front at
the half time of the Citrus Bowl (for you non-Americans, we have this deeply
tacky art-form called the half-time show at all big American football
games). Do you think she's into open space?
Or maybe a choir, as Harrison of the ecclesiastical background seems to
suggest, with white robes, and Whoopi Goldberg leading us in a stirring
rendition of "The Open Space Facilitator Polka". Or a street musicale with
kazoo and washboard scraping out the rhythms of old Fats Domino songs... "I
found ma thri-ill on open space hill..."?
These are dark images indeed.
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