Boston's legendary Cecelia chorus performs only a few times a year.
Their concerts are well worth the time. Recently I heard them in an old
church in Brookline, Mass.
At this performance, a soloist with
a particularly liquid voice sang a few pieces, then disappeared into
the rows of the alto section. I strained to hear her voice rise above
the other altos--but it was impossible to distinguish. She blended so
well, the group became one voice. Then she
Friday, December 13, 2013
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