I will be singing Haydn's Nelson Mass tomorrow (alto line) - kicking off with Kyrie at approximately 7.30. So if you'd like to sing along:
Also singing Karl Jenkins' Stabat Mater, which youtube doesn't seem to have. So here is Adiemus - one we did earlier. No excuse at all for you not to sing along to this. Yes, I know, but sing it all the same. Is niiiice - even if it does go on a bit. (Try and ignore the adverts, unless you're actually looking for 'cheap chat' and debt management plans etc.)
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Oh, thank goodness. When I saw the title (or Signs, if you will) I thought you were going to refer to that song "Kyrie" by Mister Mister or whoever.
Haven't listened to the piece in question, but I'm partial to what music I've heard by Haydn, as far as memory serves.
Break a leg, Singing the Signs.
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Trousers, look what you've gone and done - I had to go and look up the mister mister version on youtube and remember that I used to love this. It will be in my head for days now. Our Kyrie was better, though. Just saying.
Mister Anna, I meant to ask you if you would like to appear etherically at our concert (in Edge church) as you used to do at poetry readings. But as we are time lordesses, you can do it retrospectively, and you will particularly enjoy Stabat Mater - much to your surprise and mine, for if asked to put money on which would sound best we'd have gone for the Haydn every time. But the spirit bloweth where it list, Sees, and tonite (or yesterday, as it's now tomorrow) it bleweth on the Jenkins.
Broke the leg, went for a three-course meal with daughter and boyf. Life is good. Throwing plentiful quantities of goodness at you, therefore.
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Ha. I was there with you, urging you on, having just lit my lights and, ah, blown out the Earth Hour candles (I'd lit them to sort your pre-show nerves out, obviously).
Goodness is good, and life is, too, occasionally, so we need to celebrate that, methinks. The unspeakable weevils are doing so, anyway, in their unspeakable way: they are saying botgami, which is, clearly, a form of origami, made with the use of bottoms.
On that high note, dear Schwes, I wish you the best a Palm Sunday can offer. Remember to stick a lump of sugar and, I don't know, a car wind-mirror or two in your pocket for His Donkey, when you go out to meet Him at the gates of Jershalayim.
Mwahs to you and yours
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FWIW, I prefer Mr Mister's "Broken Wings". Just saying...
Where do you stand when it comes to Rutter?
Can't bear Rutter, Gael. I feel as though I should say this in a whisper because so many people love him, but if we have to do something of his at christmas I always groan inwardly. To be fair, I haven't acquainted myself with much of his work. But what I've heard or had to sing, I don't like.
Ah well. He does seem to provoke love or hate. Am a little biased as I participated in a masterclass years ago. His Christmas stuff can be a little cloying, but I love his Requiem: though my sister has to leave the room for Into the Deep she hates it so much.
Did you catch the Simon Russell Sacred Music series on BBC 4? (Made me think of the Periodic Englishman. Sniff)
No, I didn't - I see it's still on iplayer though, so perhaps I'll watch some of it.
His TPEness visits like the holy spirit - blowing where he listeth. Find him a bit higher up.
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