We are young, we all studied the National University of Music from Bucharest, and we are united by our love for choral music!

Frauenchor ex-semble, Leitung: Christoph Haßler Stille Nacht, Satz: Philip Lawson, King's Singers CD: Irgendwo ist Weihnachtsland www.ex-semble.com

The St Peter's Singers of Leeds and St Peter's Chamber Orchestra, with Alan Horsey (harpsichord) and David Houlder (organ continuo), directed by Dr Simon Lindley, perform the excitingchorus 'Let us therefore not divide it' from Johann Sebastian Bach's ma...  moreThe St Peter's Singers of Leeds and St Peter's Chamber Orchestra, with Alan Horsey (harpsichord) and David Houlder (organ continuo), directed by Dr Simon Lindley, perform the excitingchorus 'Let us therefore not divide it' from Johann Sebastian Bach's masterwork St John Passion (BWV 245) at Leeds Town Hall on Monday 18th February 2013. This complete performance of the Passion, in English, was given as part of the Leeds International Concert Season. More information about St Peter's Singers, including details of forthcoming events, can be found on our website http://www.stpeters-Singers.org.uk, our Facebook group page 'St Peter's Singers of Leeds' and on Twitter (@SPSLeeds). http://www.stpeters-Singers.org.uk  less

An excerpt from movement III of my Requiem performed by the Orlando Chamber Singers under the direction of Gregory Ruffer. In Flanders Fields by John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our p...  moreAn excerpt from movement III of my Requiem performed by the Orlando Chamber Singers under the direction of Gregory Ruffer. In Flanders Fields by John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. photos courtesy of FreeFoto http://www.freefoto.com/index.jsp  less

Today is a very special day for me because one of the most emotional and significant works in my repertoire, "I Will Dream With You," is premiering. I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to T.J. Harper and the Loyola Marymount University Concert Choi...

The St Peter's Singers of Leeds and St Peter's Chamber Orchestra, with Alan Horsey (harpsichord) and David Houlder (organ continuo), directed by Dr Simon Lindley, sing the magnificent chorale 'Ah, Lord, when my last end is come' that concludes Johann Seb...  moreThe St Peter's Singers of Leeds and St Peter's Chamber Orchestra, with Alan Horsey (harpsichord) and David Houlder (organ continuo), directed by Dr Simon Lindley, sing the magnificent chorale 'Ah, Lord, when my last end is come' that concludes Johann Sebastian Bach's masterwork St John Passion (BWV 245) at Leeds Town Hall on Monday 18th February 2013. This complete performance of the Passion, in English, was given as part of the Leeds International Concert Season. More information about St Peter's Singers, including details of forthcoming events, can be found on our website http://www.stpeters-Singers.org.uk, our Facebook group page 'St Peter's Singers of Leeds' and on Twitter (@SPSLeeds). https://twitter.com/SPSLeeds  less

SHE FLIES for SSA vocal ensemble or small female choir. Music composed by DAVIDE RIVA Performance and recording: ROCKY MOUNTAIN CHAMBER CHOIR - Virtual Singers Text: EMILY DICKINSON To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit he...  moreSHE FLIES for SSA vocal ensemble or small female choir. Music composed by DAVIDE RIVA Performance and recording: ROCKY MOUNTAIN CHAMBER CHOIR - Virtual Singers Text: EMILY DICKINSON To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things, Enticed to come. Fashioning what she is, Fathoming what she was, We deem we dream— And that dissolves the days Through which existence strays Homeless at home.