That time of year

It's the time of year when thoughts go to which night of the week it is, and which performance of Handel's Messiah it means we're trudging off to. In that spirit, courtesy of Alex Ross, I proffer this performance of the "Hallelujah" chorus going berserk, the result of the organist's asthma inhaler running out of medication, or something equally dire. I know that my redeemer liveth, because He created such moments of hilarity.