Sunday, April 10, 2016

Chorale Saint-Jean


Our son Tristan who is home since December when he finished his studies and returns to Chicago to start work in July, went back to sing in the choir where he sang years ago.  Last night was the spring concert.

The most beautiful song for me was Water Night.  Not for it's melody, but for the richness and layering of sound that is mind boggling.  Listen, this is Eric Whitacre directing a virtual choir of thousands of singers.  Best heard with with eyes closed.

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