The Women of the Concert Choir perform as the Nun's Chorus in the Sound of Music at Carnegie Hall in 2012

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[A version of this article first appeared as a post on my blog From the Front of the Choir]   Some Choirs and singing groups meet frequently, often once a week, requiring a High level of commitment. Others meet less frequently and work on a dr...

Live recording from The Ketevan World Sacred Music Festival 2016. SUNDAY 21st of FEBRUARY 2016 at Old Goa (India). The KETEVAN World Sacred Music Festival located in Old Goa combines musical traditions from different eras from the East and the West. Th...  moreLive recording from The Ketevan World Sacred Music Festival 2016. SUNDAY 21st of FEBRUARY 2016 at Old Goa (India). The KETEVAN World Sacred Music Festival located in Old Goa combines musical traditions from different eras from the East and the West. The KETEVAN Sacred Music Festival is a project of musical and artistic coexistence; a space where the language of music becomes a bridge to connect and foster dialogue among cultures. Located at 10 km from Panjim, capital city of Goa (India), Old Goa is a World Heritage City (declared by UNESCO in 1986) where different cultures have existed and coexisted throughout history since many centuries ago. For more information visit: www.ketevanmusicfestival.com Video produced by ANANDOR PRODUCCIONES. www.anandorproducciones.com Sound Recording Engineer Ignacio Lusardi Monteverde www.ignaciolusardimonteverde.co.uk  less

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