Cantoria Sine Nomine (Italy), conductor Carlo Andriollo Live 2013

1. Weihnachten - Mendelssohn, 2. Sleep - Whitacre 3. O Salutaris Hostia -Rossini 4. Ubi Caritas -Durufle

[A version of this article first appeared as a post on my blog From the Front of the Choir]   I’m having a tough time writing this blog post.   Colleen is bored by scragz   I didn’t Sleep well last night, I’ve been...

[A version of this article first appeared as a post on my blog From the Front of the Choir] I never Sleep the night before running a singing workshop and I always feel terribly nervous before a concert – whether I’m singing or conducti...

Slumber Songs (3 Canadian Nocturnes, movement I) text: John McCrae music: Nathaniel Barnes singer: Matthew Curtis I Sleep, little eyes That brim with childish tears amid thy play, Be comforted! No grief of night can weigh Against the joys that...  ink" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="$(this).getParent().getNext().style.display='';$(this).getParent().style.display='none';">moreSlumber Songs (3 Canadian Nocturnes, movement I) text: John McCrae music: Nathaniel Barnes singer: Matthew Curtis I Sleep, little eyes That brim with childish tears amid thy play, Be comforted! No grief of night can weigh Against the joys that throng thy coming day. Sleep, little heart! There is no place in Slumberland for tears: Life soon enough will bring its chilling fears And sorrows that will dim the after years. Sleep, little heart! II Ah, little eyes Dead blossoms of a springtime long ago, That life's storm crushed and left to lie below The benediction of the falling snow! Sleep, little heart That ceased so long ago its frantic beat! The years that come and go with silent feet Have naught to tell save this — that rest is sweet. Sleep, little heart. http://www.choirplace.com/profile/Nathaniel Matthew Curtis https://choraltracks.com/  ink" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="$(this).getParent().getPrevious().style.display='';$(this).getParent().style.display='none';">less

Elbow and the BBC Concert Orchestra performing grounds for divorce Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid I've been working on a cocktail called Grounds for Divorce Whoah Polishing a compass that I hold in my Sleep Doubt comes him on st...  ink" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="$(this).getParent().getNext().style.display='';$(this).getParent().style.display='none';">moreElbow and the BBC Concert Orchestra performing grounds for divorce Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid I've been working on a cocktail called Grounds for Divorce Whoah Polishing a compass that I hold in my Sleep Doubt comes him on sticks but then he kicks like a horse Whoah There's a chinese cigarette case And the rest you can keep And the rest you can keep And the rest you can keep There's a hole in my neighbourhood down which of late I cannot help but fall There's a hole in my neighbourhood down which of late I cannot help but fall Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid There's this whispering of jokers doing flesh by the pound To a chorus of supposes from the little town whores There'll be twisted karaokee at the Aniseed lounge And I'll bring you further roses But it does you no good And it does me no good And it does you no good There's a hole in my neighbourhood down which of late I cannot help but fall There's a hole in my neighbourhood down which of l...    ink" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="$(this).getParent().getPrevious().style.display='';$(this).getParent().style.display='none';">less

Conducted by Hussein Janmohamed Reincarnations: Cor Flammae's debut concert with Queer Arts Festival | July 24th, 2014 Across the darkened city the frosty searchlights creep, Alert for the first marauder, to steal upon our Sleep. We see the sudd...  ink" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="$(this).getParent().getNext().style.display='';$(this).getParent().style.display='none';">moreConducted by Hussein Janmohamed Reincarnations: Cor Flammae's debut concert with Queer Arts Festival | July 24th, 2014 Across the darkened city the frosty searchlights creep, Alert for the first marauder, to steal upon our Sleep. We see the sudden headlines float on the muttering tide. We hear them warn and threaten and wonder what they hide. There are whispers across tables, talks in a shutter’d room. The price on which they bargain will be a people’s doom. There’s a roar of war in the factories and idle hands on the street And Europe held in nightmare by the thud of marching feet. Now sinks the sun of surety,the shadows growing tall Of the big bosses plotting their biggest coup of all. Is there no strength to save us? No power we can trust. Before our lives and liberties Are powder’d into dust. Time to arise Democracy, time to rise up and cry, That what our fathers fought for We’ll not allow to die. Time to resolve divisions, time to renew our pride, Time to decide, time to ...    ink" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="$(this).getParent().getPrevious().style.display='';$(this).getParent().style.display='none';">less

Performed by the Des Moines Choral Society on December 10th, 2016 at the St. Ambrose Cathedral. Artistic director James Rodde. Hushed are the pigeons cooing low On dusty rafters of the loft; And mild-eyed oxen, breathing soft, Sleep on the fragrant ...  ink" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="$(this).getParent().getNext().style.display='';$(this).getParent().style.display='none';">morePerformed by the Des Moines Choral Society on December 10th, 2016 at the St. Ambrose Cathedral. Artistic director James Rodde. Hushed are the pigeons cooing low On dusty rafters of the loft; And mild-eyed oxen, breathing soft, Sleep on the fragrant hay below. Dim shadows in the corner hide; The glimmering lantern's rays are shed Where one young lamb just lifts his head, Then huddles 'gainst his mother's side. Strange silence tingles in the air; Through the half-open door a bar Of light from one low-hanging star Touches a baby's radiant hair. No sound: the mother, kneeling, lays Her cheek against the little face. Oh human love! Oh heavenly grace! 'Tis yet in silence that she prays! Ages of silence end to-night; Then to the long-expectant earth Glad angels come to greet His birth in burst of music, love, and light! Margaret Deland  ink" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="$(this).getParent().getPrevious().style.display='';$(this).getParent().style.display='none';">less

5th Movement of Scott Perkins' The Stolen Child, performed by the Hofstra Chamber Choir, December 14, 2012 David Fryling, Conductor Poetry by W.B. Yeats When you are old and gray and full of Sleep And nodding by the fire, take down this book, A...  ink" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="$(this).getParent().getNext().style.display='';$(this).getParent().style.display='none';">more5th Movement of Scott Perkins' The Stolen Child, performed by the Hofstra Chamber Choir, December 14, 2012 David Fryling, Conductor Poetry by W.B. Yeats When you are old and gray and full of Sleep And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face. And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead, And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.  ink" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="$(this).getParent().getPrevious().style.display='';$(this).getParent().style.display='none';">less