Gold Rush is a New Mexico based show choir from Eldorado High School. Gold Rush as been competing for as long as they've existed, but have most recently attended several Fame Events competitions and competed with the likes of: Jefferson Connection, Totino...  moreGold Rush is a New Mexico based show choir from Eldorado High School. Gold Rush as been competing for as long as they've existed, but have most recently attended several Fame Events competitions and competed with the likes of: Jefferson Connection, Totino Grace Company of Singers, and Wheaton Warrenville South's The Classics, the current National Champion of Show Choir  

Practically Perfect Directed by Todd Krier Choreographer: Shawn Eck Soloist: Shelby Stebleton

Ballad: If I Can Dream Directed by Todd Krier Arranged by: Aaron B. Coates Choreographer: Shawn Eck Soloists: Ben Moser and Alex Stern (best female soloist)

Closer: What I Want Directed by Todd Krier Choreographer: Shawn Eck Soloist: Amanda Romero

Opener - Nobody's Perfect Directed by Todd Krier Choreographer: Shawn Eck

Transition: Cross the Line Directed by Todd Krier Choreographer: Shawn Eck Soloist: Billy Hargraves and Andee Schray

C6 Live performance at the Raue Center for the Arts in Crystal Lake, IL on May 18th, 2015

Fields of Gold Sting arr. Carsten Gerlitz

A setting by Edward Gold of a poem by Thomas Love Peacock sung by David Warin Solomons multitracking as the dwsChorale Glee- The Ghosts In life three ghostly friars were we, And now three friarly ghosts we be. Around our shadowy table placed, The spe...  moreA setting by Edward Gold of a poem by Thomas Love Peacock sung by David Warin Solomons multitracking as the dwsChorale Glee- The Ghosts In life three ghostly friars were we, And now three friarly ghosts we be. Around our shadowy table placed, The spectral bowl before us floats: With wine that none but ghosts can taste, We wash our unsubstantial throats. Three merry ghosts—three merry ghosts— three merry ghosts are we: Let the ocean be port, and we’ll think it good sport To be laid in that red sea. With songs that jovial spectres chaunt, Our old refectory still we haunt. The traveller hears our midnight mirth: "O list!" he cries, "the haunted choir!" The merriest ghost that walks the earth, Is sure the ghost of a ghostly friar. Three merry ghosts—three merry ghosts— three merry ghosts are we: Let the ocean be port, and we’ll think it good sport To be laid in that red sea.  less

Silver and Gold from Traces !0th anniversary Concert at Cosmopolite. Monica Lystad Soloist