"my sweetheart ... ... is wearing a red fez ... has black eyes, and honey lips. Does he want to kiss me? I’d give all the czar’s treasure for it." This concert was the culmination of a six-week project which creates a choir from scratch for one ni... more
Sweet Adelines Womens Barbershop Chorus from Portsmouth UK : the Spinnaker Chorus! Singing for the 5th place medal in Nottingham, With a fun nod to Beyonce! Thanks for all your support and well wishes xxxxxx
World Premiere performance at the CMEA Conference in Colorado Springs on January 27, 2012) ----- English Poetic Translation: Hurry up, walk quickly! lift your feet up so you won't miss it, Wake up, take advantage, the Tap-Tap is warming up! ... more
the history of Manchester as seen through the eyes of local poet Audrey Vaughan, including its origins around the river Irwell, the original monastery which became Manchester Cathedral, the industrial revolution, the Peterloo Massacre, and the singing of... more
the Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face to shine upon you, to shine upon you and be gracious unto you the Lord lift up the light Of His countenance upon you, And give you peace, Amen.
the silver swan, who living had no note, When death approached, unlocked her silent throat; Leaning her breast against the reedy shore, Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more: “Farewell, all joys; Oh death, come close mine eyes; More geese th... more
Octarium performs Peter Lutkin's "the Lord Bless You and Keep You" live as an encore. Listener's Choice concert, February 2011. the Lord bless you and keep you. the Lord lift His countenance upon you. And give you peace. the Lord make His face ... more
Based on the old Basque carol 1 the angel Gabriel from heaven came, his wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flame; "All hail," said he "Thou holy maiden Mary, most highly favoured lady." Gloria! 2 "For know, a blessed mother thou shalt be all gener... more
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... more