Not the Very End Just Yet, But Its Unmistakable Sign

 

Remembering when (22 Dec 2019) a radio announcer praised the early music ensemble “Steely Antico:" When Black Death Friday comes, I’ll collect everything I’m owed, And before my liege finds out, I’ll be on the road....
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

The smallest act of kindness is worth more than the greatest intention.

— Kahlil Gibran

The President of Triad (which has been inactive since our March 2022 concerts) sent this yesterday to the Board:
I think it’s time to dissolve Triad. Before we go ahead and do that, I’d like to hear if anyone thinks differently.
Otherwise, we’ll try to find a lawyer who can help us do this legally and properly.
I replied:
It pains me to say so, but I don’t see viability in the group at this point. I was one of the group’s founding members, and I’m enormously musically proud of the music we made during the ensemble’s substantially healthy run. There was always (or always-ish) some degree of attrition as divers members left the Boston area to pursue opportunities elsewhere. And at the last, our difficulty was one of recruitment. This being Boston, there was no difficulty (apart from tenors) in finding talented singers, but the group's model was decentralized leadership and the health of the organization depended on members’ willingness to assume part of the responsibility of the administrative tasks. The fundamental challenge for each of us as individuals was always the balance between the natural demands of our “outside," keep-earning and musical activities and demands, and time/energy to bestow on Triad. And the newer members proved not to have sufficient investment in the endeavor. And the rest is silence.