i'm in a groove now, so i'm listening to recordings of the cleveland orchestra youth chorus from when i was in it -- four years of high school, every saturday from september to february, which seems like a lot of my time, now, but i suppose wasn't anything compared to what the swimmers or various other athletic types (or, even, more serious musicians) put in. anyway i'm lucky to have recordings of the concerts, and it's interesting to compare them. in my freshman year, we did dvorak's te deum, and we did it well enough; but in the following years, you can hear us getting more mature. which is strange, because it was by definition a high school chorus, so it couldn't well be maturing, could it? but as it happens my first year was the first year, so by my senior year the group had been in existence for four years, and some of us (five or six out of 100+) had been in it the whole time, but others had been in it for two or three years, and it was a more mature group in terms of relating to one another chorally. possibly also the director was choosing music more appropriate for us, but the thing is even in my sophomore year, when we did durufle's requiem, we sounded better and better together than in the first year.
anyway, i'm listening to copland's old american songs -- long time ago; simple gifts (in complete unison, appropriately, and still quite impressive); i bought me a cat; at the river (which makes me all goosebumpy); and ching-a-ring-ching, that one that's meant to sound like a banjo -- from the concert my senior year now, and ten years later i'm all impressed by the sensitivity of the performance they got out of us. w00t! and also, that year we prepared an a capella encore (shut de do', and the first sopranos went up to high C#, i tell you what), which pleased me very much. :-) goosebumps, man. good times.
anyway, i'm listening to copland's old american songs -- long time ago; simple gifts (in complete unison, appropriately, and still quite impressive); i bought me a cat; at the river (which makes me all goosebumpy); and ching-a-ring-ching, that one that's meant to sound like a banjo -- from the concert my senior year now, and ten years later i'm all impressed by the sensitivity of the performance they got out of us. w00t! and also, that year we prepared an a capella encore (shut de do', and the first sopranos went up to high C#, i tell you what), which pleased me very much. :-) goosebumps, man. good times.