Fellow choral directors,
Greetings!
I’m sharing the “Where We Find Ourselves” Choral Consortium’s 3rd song of 5. (Song begins at 8:36 – my singing chops are not what they used to be!) https://www.facebook.com/1115984866/videos/10217234186102807/
You can still join the commission until this Monday, January 11th, when the music will be delivered.
To join: https://consortio.io/mbqstudio/pandemic-proof-choral-projects-where-we-find-ourselves
Where We Find Ourselves is a “Pandemic Proof Choral Project” for SATB, SAB, SSAA, or Two-Part Mixed Voices of Level III and above.
Based on the discarded (later curated) work of 19th c. photographer Hugh Mangum, the five movements explore the lives of his diverse subjects in stunning variation, ultimately revealing our shared human experience. The project is funded through a consortium.
Members receive curricular support, including: Live sessions with composer Michael Bussewitz-Quarm, lyricist Shantel Sellers, videos of in-depth discussion with panelists photographers and curators, Margeret Sartor and Alex Harris, Humanities Coordinator of Dallas College, Dr. Sherry Boyd & Maple Seed Curriculum Creator Tina Sayers.
Exclusive performance window from 1/11/21 to 10/11/21.
Lyrics: “Would You Know Me By My Work?”
Lyrics by Shantel Sellers
We shall speak to you of strength
In the face of grief and sorrow.
We shall speak to you of hope
And courage for tomorrow.
Through our eyes we call to you.
We have read you in the stars,
Distant shores drawing near,
Timeless voices from afar.
Turn our faces toward the light
Shining eyes and wrinkled skin,
Starch and dirt and mended seams
Where your story begins.
What shall we leave you
Our children yet to be?
We shall speak to you of work,
A doctor’s hands, a mother’s heart,
City street, and farm and field,
Forging dreams from bricks and earth.
There is sweat on the brow
And joy in the living.
A calloused hand is hard,
But there is softness in the giving.
Turn our faces toward the light
Shining eyes and wrinkled skin,
Starch and dirt and mended seams
Where your story begins.
These things we leave you
Our children yet to be?
(What shall we leave you,
Our children yet to be?)
Standing on our shoulders,
Breaking through the borders.
These things we leave you,
Our children yet to be.
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