SO ELEGANT AND BEAUTIFUL for a rather long work like this - they are so well-trained, talented, and attentive to the feel of the music. An excellent chorale!
So refreshing to hear young voices sing this brilliant piece! Can we also acknowledge the pianist? She too does a stellar job - Please mention her name.
And also, the magnificent text by John Muir (1838-1914), one of the first modern naturalists, a pioneer conservationist and ecology activist: Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue. The day was full of sparkling sunshine, and at the same time enlivened with one of the most bracing wind storms. The mountain winds bless the forests with love. They touch every tree, not one is forgotten. When the storm began to sound, I pushed out into the woods to enjoy it. I should climb one of the trees for a wider look. The sounds of the storm were glorious with wild exuberance of light and motion. Bending and swirling backward and forward, round and round, in this wild sea of pines. The storm-tones died away, and turning toward the east, I beheld the trees, hushed and tranquil. The setting sun filled them with amber light, and seemed to say, “Come to the woods, for here is rest.” Taken from writings by John Muir, adapted by the composer.
SO ELEGANT AND BEAUTIFUL for a rather long work like this - they are so well-trained, talented, and attentive to the feel of the music. An excellent chorale!
Did you know they also learnt and memorised this from scratch in under two weeks? :D
@@sophiagyger6932 Amazing. Love this arrangement.
So refreshing to hear young voices sing this brilliant piece! Can we also acknowledge the pianist? She too does a stellar job - Please mention her name.
And also, the magnificent text by John Muir (1838-1914), one of the first modern naturalists, a pioneer conservationist and ecology activist:
Another glorious day, the air as delicious
to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.
The day was full of sparkling sunshine,
and at the same time enlivened with one of
the most bracing wind storms.
The mountain winds bless the forests with love.
They touch every tree, not one is forgotten.
When the storm began to sound,
I pushed out into the woods to enjoy it.
I should climb one of the trees for a wider look.
The sounds of the storm were glorious with
wild exuberance of light and motion.
Bending and swirling backward and forward, round and round,
in this wild sea of pines.
The storm-tones died away, and turning toward the east,
I beheld the trees, hushed and tranquil.
The setting sun filled them with amber light, and seemed to say,
“Come to the woods, for here is rest.”
Taken from writings by John Muir, adapted by the composer.