If you're in Dublin next Saturday (16 May), why not come and hear the Mornington Singers concert in the Pro Cathedral? I have tickets for sale, if you're interested; they're also available online.
We're singing mostly modern music from Britain and America, and there's some really amazing stuff in there. Our conductor has a gift for programme choice - she seems to nail it every time.
The two settings of "When David Heard", in particular, knock my socks off. The Tomkins is lovely curly baroque, and the Whitacre is astonishing. (Mind you, I have trouble singing the words "Absalom, my son, would god I had died for thee" without my stomach turning over. This is very much the point of the story, I suppose. Probably adds to my performance...)
We're also singing Barber's Adagio for Strings, aka the Platoon theme. And we're doing the Barber piece that the choir performed at
niallm's and my wedding in 2005: Reincarnations no. 3, "The Coolin", which I chose because its text (translated by James Stephens from the Irish of Raifteirí) gives me goose-bumps. Allow me:
Anyway. If you're into choral music at all, it'll be a fun evening. See you there?
We're singing mostly modern music from Britain and America, and there's some really amazing stuff in there. Our conductor has a gift for programme choice - she seems to nail it every time.
The two settings of "When David Heard", in particular, knock my socks off. The Tomkins is lovely curly baroque, and the Whitacre is astonishing. (Mind you, I have trouble singing the words "Absalom, my son, would god I had died for thee" without my stomach turning over. This is very much the point of the story, I suppose. Probably adds to my performance...)
We're also singing Barber's Adagio for Strings, aka the Platoon theme. And we're doing the Barber piece that the choir performed at
Come with me, under my coat,
And we will drink our fill
Of the milk of the white goat,
Or wine if it be thy will;
And we will talk until
Talk is a trouble, too,
Out on the side of the hill,
And nothing is left to do,
But an eye to look into an eye
And a hand in a hand to slip,
And a sigh to answer a sigh,
And a lip to find out a lip:
What if the night be black
And the air on the mountain chill,
Where the goat lies down in her track
And all but the fern is still!
Stay with me, under my coat,
And we will drink our fill
Of the milk of the white goat
Out on the side of the hill.
Anyway. If you're into choral music at all, it'll be a fun evening. See you there?
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