It was Beethoven, Bach and Brahms tonight.

Or was it Bach, Beethoven, and then Brahms? Hell if I know. I’m just amazed I kept them in semi order. That’s a lot of Germans to keep straight when it comes to choral music.

Which brings me to … May Festival. The oldest and most well established choral festival in our country. It is pretty darn cool, but here’s the thing people, there’s only so much of classical — let alone, choral — that I can take in one night.

It’s a lot. Like. A lot, a lot.

And tonight, I was on overload. The first half was quick. But that second Brahms half … my goodness … I was completely checked out after 30 minutes. So when it was pushing 55, I could barely sit still.

Reading the translation only made it worse. “Spirit saith unto thee doth heapeth thy reward.”

Seriously, there were more words ending in “eth” than I’ve seen in a Jane Austen novel. Who knew saith was even an Old English word? I’m starting to think that I should just addeth it {eth} onto the end of every word. I’ll either sound really cool and refineth this way or spectacularly horribleth. Let’s go with the former.

Being that it’s so lateth, thou dost retireth to bedeth.

Till tomorroweth. Blessed beth, in the meantimeth.