Except me.
Well, me, and a few other church choir weirdos, and a couple of homeless people sitting in the pews.
Because instead of sitting around drinking and watching Prince, (who is only my tiny little sexy badass guitar playing boyfriend, that's all--and has been since before I saw Purple Rain--more than once, I might add--back when it was playing in movie theaters) and all the new, high-budget television ads (including the one with Kevin Federline as a fast food worker, which I very justifiably made fun of in a recent Mamarazzi entry) and oh, yeah, a football game, I and my musical colleagues will be singing an Evensong service.
With our classically-trained voices.
It will be lovely. And no one will care. Not even us.
And so, in honor of classical music singers everywhere, I bring you Bryan Griffin (dressed as Ivan from the Lyric Opera of Chicago's recent production of Die Fledermaus) singing "Bear Down, Chicago Bears."
Go Bears!
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