We are a newly formed ensemble of women's voices from Canterbury in Kent. Our repertoire ranges from classical motet to jazz and female barbershop. We perform on a regular basis across Kent and have on going partnership links with choirs in The UK and France.

Poem by John Gillespie Magee, Jr. Video: Ritvars Bluka Style: Līga Banga Live Performance at Latvian National Museum of Arts "High Flight" Oh! I have slipped The surly bonds of Earth And danced The skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve c...  morePoem by John Gillespie Magee, Jr. Video: Ritvars Bluka Style: Līga Banga Live Performance at Latvian National Museum of Arts "High Flight" Oh! I have slipped The surly bonds of Earth And danced The skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined The tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung High in The sunlit silence. Hov’ring There, I’ve chased The shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air . . . Up, up The long, delirious burning blue I’ve topped The wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or ever eagle flew — And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched The face of God. www.latvianvoices.lv  less

English Poetic translation of Haitian Creole text: "Ding, ding, ding", I hear "ding", The bell strikes, "ding" The month of July strikes "ding" on all The calendars. All The children are free, Teachers are gone, In all corners of The country, scho...  moreEnglish Poetic translation of Haitian Creole text: "Ding, ding, ding", I hear "ding", The bell strikes, "ding" The month of July strikes "ding" on all The calendars. All The children are free, Teachers are gone, In all corners of The country, school is out! All The pilgrims are ready; it's The frivolous party season! The feast has begun, everywhere it's part time! Many have arrived at Lakou Migonga. Chickens, turkeys and ducks Are carousing in The yard. FaThers, grandfaThers, broThers and sisters are gaThered, Neighbors and friends, we all make one family. These are all customs in The country of Haiti. Artocarpus incisa, Millet, Sugarcanes are flourishing. Mangos and Avocados are falling all day long. The night before, it's wood burning, The next day, it's The ten a.m. Mass. Everyone's celebrating: Hail to Saint James The Great! It's "Fèt Chanpèt"! Oh, what a beautiful season, It's joy, it's festivity! After Plaine-du-Nord, at Limonade we party some more. It's The frivolo...    less

"TaReKiTa" composed by Renee Esmail Performed by voices of Concinnity Chamber Ensemble Recorded Live at First Church in Glastonbury, Connecticut on February 8, 2020 Singers: Erin Bartram, Samuel Beckwith, Liz Bologna, Kara Hart, Christopher Hartel...  more"TaReKiTa" composed by Renee Esmail Performed by voices of Concinnity Chamber Ensemble Recorded Live at First Church in Glastonbury, Connecticut on February 8, 2020 Singers: Erin Bartram, Samuel Beckwith, Liz Bologna, Kara Hart, Christopher Hartel, Sarah Kaufold, Brian Jones, Erica Maas Shippee, Daniel Pavone, Alex Walker, Jermaine Woodard, Jr., special guest: Spencer Hamlin Recording Engineer: Mackenzie Christiansen for more information please visit our website: ConcinnityCT.org -or- https://www.facebook.com/ConcinnityCT/ voices of Concinnity is sponsored by Consonare Choral Community who owns all rights to this live recording. Sync license acquired through Oxford University Press.  less

Setting by D W Solomons of a poem by Marie Keyser, for two equal voices Elle est près du fleuve dormeur debout It stands by The sleepy river mais le saule incliné toucherait de sa cîme l'eau But The bending willow would touch The water with its very...  moreSetting by D W Solomons of a poem by Marie Keyser, for two equal voices Elle est près du fleuve dormeur debout It stands by The sleepy river mais le saule incliné toucherait de sa cîme l'eau But The bending willow would touch The water with its very top L'église vieille dit les heures de l'île où la nuit descend The church - an old church - tells The hours from The island where The night descends Je la vois encore son toit de gris dans le gris de l'eau. I can still see it, its grey roof in The grey of The water pressens dans la tour de bois ma demeure la folie I have a presentiment in The tower of wood of my dwelling place, of madness la folie le silence of madness, of silence clos clos vigilance Closed in, closed in but keeping watch Oh Ne pas altérer ce qui reste, et le doit. Oh never change what remains and should remain "Was bleibt aber stiften die Dichter." What remains, however, is The stuff of poetry.  less

From July 13 to 17, 2025, The picturesque Costa Brava and The city of Lloret de Mar once again became The heart of world choral art, welcoming participants of The International Festival Golden voices of Barcelona. Organized by Fiestalonia Milenio, The eve...

Sung by The Chamber Choir of Warwickshire Young voices, written by David Iles. More information and score available from www.warwickshireyoungvoices.org

Chicagoland voices 2015 Winter Concert arr. Alice Parker Sue Kedzior soloist

Hello!   Yorkshire choirs - voices Yorkshire would love you to be a part of this exciting new project for our region!   Once upon a time, Leeds was The place to be for Choral Music and The Leeds Triennial Choral Festival was one of The ...

Purcell's Hear my prayer o Lord transposed down a minor third for men's voices.