Ave Maria, gratia plena, dominus tecum,Benedicta tu in mulieribus,
Et benedictus fructus ventris tuae, Jesus.
Ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
Nunc et in ora mortis nostrae, Amen.
Once, awhile back, Van and I were shooting the shit late at night in our hotel room in San Francisco. We couldn't get to sleep and sort of laid awake in our beds talking about clinical depression, our childhoods, the things you take with you when you move place to place, a real smorgasbord of topics. Then we were bored so we began singing: first, the libretto from Les Miserables, and then I think I sang O mio babbino caro, too, for shits and giggles. Months later, she had told one of our friends at school, who was getting married, that I could sing in a certain range. That friend was looking for someone to sing Ave Maria at her ceremony. At that time, I didn't think that I had the balls to go ruin somebody's wedding with my voice. But I liked the idea and warmed up to the challenge. And I learned how to sing Ave Maria, having practiced a lot in my car, and having gone to Stella's too, to get her technical feedback.
But that was going down around Bar 1, and then right after that I moved immediately to LA. And then we sort of fell out of touch, and it seemed silly to track down the friend for the sake of showing off my falsetto range. So my version of Ave maria never found an audience, for probably better than worse.
But I am always glad that I learned to sing it and faithfully committed the lyrics to memory. Because it's beautiful and calming and I can recite it in my own secular way. Which I will do quickly on Tuesday morning. (Not the thrift store.)
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 7:33 PM
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