How many “Phantom of the Opera” jokes have I made on here? Turns out, zero, according to my search thing.
This turns out to be a major oversight, because I’ve been enlisted to help out with a choral concert in a few weeks. I’ll be playing the organ. For this and the rest of the score:
Ah, Emmy Rossum. If you don’t love her, you’re probably dead… I’m sorry, where was I?
Oh, right. Frankly, isn’t this kind of a dream job for a self-aware organist? I won’t have to wear the mask or the cape, contra a co-worker’s desire, and I don’t have to sing (though I could do better than Gerard Butler). And I get to play the iconic five-chord progression that defines “Phantom.”
I’m excited. And wherever Emmy Rossum is right now, I hope she’s impressed.