Uniform choral sound, homogeneous singing with singers in similarly uniform dress. What interest does the audience have in the fates of the individual singers? How good it is that today one may “act up“ again. When else is there time for chatting on the risers, screaming and shouting, articulating one’s ignorance concerning contemporary art expressing hopes of getting a solo, for pontificating, expressing displeasure with a neighbour of telling another member of the choir that one is in love? Or at the very least, to glance at the latest evening newspaper?