God.

I listened to Messiah the other night straight through.

I mean, I listen to the recording, three records, six sides. I listen one side over and over, and then flip the record.

But this is in person, with other people. People we know. Our daughter in the middle of it, on the line between chorus and orchestra.

I got to hear it straight through, apart from the annoying clapping from people who thought expressing their feelings was more important than hearing the words.

“Al...