[A version of this article first appeared as a post on my blog From the Front of the choir]   Most choirs rehearse for months to perfect their songs before they perform.   the Big Night Out Community choir for BBC Children in Need 201...

[A version of this article first appeared as a post on my blog From the Front of the choir] I was trawling through a bunch of choir websites the other day in order to send out some information about a workshop I’m running.     I ...

8th WORLD choir FESTIVAL ON MUSICALS 27th- 29th April, 2018 THESSALONIKI, GREECE Organization : choir “KORAIS”

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Hljómeyki Chamber choir sings Carol, by Benjamin Britten. Song from the Sacred and Profane song cycle. Concert in the Nordic House, Reykjavík. Conductor Marta G. Halldórsdóttir.

Sung by us at a singing course in Nottingham in 1977 When once the sun sinks in the west, and dew-drops pearl the evening's breast; Almost as pale as moonbeams are, Or its companionable star, The evening primrose opes anew Its delicate blossoms to...  moreSung by us at a singing course in Nottingham in 1977 When once the sun sinks in the west, and dew-drops pearl the evening's breast; Almost as pale as moonbeams are, Or its companionable star, The evening primrose opes anew Its delicate blossoms to the dew; and hermit-like, shunning the light, Wastes its fair bloom upon the night; Who, blindfold to its fond caresses, Knows not the beauty he possesses. Thus it blooms on while night is by; When day looks out with open eye, 'Bashed at the gaze it cannot shun, It faints, and withers, and is gone.  less

Jagdlied (Hunting Song) Sechs lieder im Freien zu singen Op. 59 No. 6 by Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy Music and Choral Director: Arda Ardaşes Agoşyan Assistant Director: Natali Boğosyan Concert Recording, June 9, 2012

Finale - "Alles vergängliche" maestro Noam Sheriff, conductor Regine Hangler, soprano I, Magda Peccatrix Talia Or, soprano II, Una poenitentium, Gretchen Yael Levite, soprano III, Mater Gloriosa Agnieszka Rehlis, mezzo-soprano I, Mulier samaritana E...  moreFinale - "Alles vergängliche" maestro Noam Sheriff, conductor Regine Hangler, soprano I, Magda Peccatrix Talia Or, soprano II, Una poenitentium, Gretchen Yael Levite, soprano III, Mater Gloriosa Agnieszka Rehlis, mezzo-soprano I, Mulier samaritana Edna Prochnik, mezzo-soprano II, Maria aegyptiaca Rafal Bartminski, tenor, Doctor Marianus David Wakeham, baritone, Pater ecstaticus Denis Sedov, bass, Pater profundus The Israel Symphony Orchestra Moran choir Academic choir Ivan Goran Kovačić 10.12.2014. Tel Aviv Opera House, Israel  less

London chamber choir Vasari Singers, directed by Jeremy Backhouse, perform the Rachmaninov Vespers. Filmed during a live concert performance at Lincoln Cathedral Chaper House, April 2014. On the web: http://www.vasarisingers.org On Facebook On Twit...  moreLondon chamber choir Vasari Singers, directed by Jeremy Backhouse, perform the Rachmaninov Vespers. Filmed during a live concert performance at Lincoln Cathedral Chaper House, April 2014. On the web: http://www.vasarisingers.org On Facebook On Twitter: @vasarisingers  

Sung here in a transposed version by the dwsChorale poem by Adrian Lowe, music by Anthony Frost Colindale! Out he walks, six feet tall, twenty two years, ripped jeans, but respectable (it's Saturday after all). He's no threat he's going to cru...  moreSung here in a transposed version by the dwsChorale poem by Adrian Lowe, music by Anthony Frost Colindale! Out he walks, six feet tall, twenty two years, ripped jeans, but respectable (it's Saturday after all). He's no threat he's going to cruise the shops. Along she walks with her groceries old, frail, her life hangs behind her like a snail-trail, dirty but still quite natural. Her eyes focus, she sees him: the determined stride and the baseball cap, the torn pants and his Walkman. Fearful, frightened, full of disgust and mistrust, she crosses the street, scowling like a scornful cat that's just been thrown off a lap. I felt ashamed, I felt annoyed What about trust? I just wouldn't react that way. But then, as a youth approached me I had a sudden and crucial thought. I don't want to be smashed up and I don't want to lose these things that I've just bought. So I crossed the street and silently became a product of this century.  less