Time for a Pelvic Zoaz adjustment

Something significant fell into place this afternoon. Like wiping the condensation from a mirror after a long shower. I joined the church choir. Now, i need to explain that for the past three years I have thought about it but never been able to until today. Whenever i intended to join in the past i felt an almost magnetic push away from the choir, and I couldn't understand why. Until now.
While highschool in general was okay, the various choirs I sang in throughout my four years at Highland High remain some of my favorite memories. They (the memories) vary from hilarity(cerebral spinal pumps, gnomes keeping time on the crown of your head, mass moonings, things like that) to the profound ("You are the New Day", "Prayer of the Children", etc). There's nothing like feeling the music really come together, when voices blend and you can feel the resonance deep inside. When a complex mass of notes and dynamics become an expression of all that is good and right. Most of my truest and lasting friendships began there.
I think the reason i was so hesitant to join the seven other brave souls, is simply that i expected all of those things all over again but knew somewhere inside that i shouldn't. I feared dissapointment. I think that i was trapped in an ideal that prevented me from enjoying the experience for what it really is. Ultimatley, Choirs are about the music and the people, the expression.
While unlike my highschool choirs we weren't in tune, on tempo, or for that matter on the correct verse all at once i did notice some common threads. The sopranos talk incessantly, the altos are a wee bit ditzy, there aren't enough tenors, and the basses are mostly made up of guys who "just sing real low" (George Hatch). I seriously doubt there will be any mass moonings or lectures about our pelvic zoaz needing adjustment, but who knows there might be a few of those refined, dynamic musical moments down the road. I'll keep you posted.