Ridge A Cappella Choir Analysis

The Ten Tones singing group was organized at Drumright High School by music teacher Jean Mouser prior to Luann coming on staff. However, she carried on the tradition each year from 1966 to 2000 to the great joy of hundreds of audiences.

Daryl Yasay, my old high school chorus director, has helped me to become the music lover I am today. Mr.Yasay is an awesome chorus director as expected from someone with a Master’s degree from FSU in choral conducting. But instead of just focusing on the technique of music he also would teach his students to focus on the emotion and message of the music. I remember once after an after school rehearsal I was waiting for my mom to come pick me up and we were talking about the new song he had gave us. I was explaining to him how I was annoyed at the thought of singing the song because it was a love song and at the time I was going through a heartbreak and did not want to sing about love. He then told me a story about how when he was in high school

For six years I've been in my school's choir at Buchtel Community Learning Center. That choir has taught me a lot of things; how to blend voices together, how to read music, even how to correctly warm up your voice and the posture when singing. I take these lessons everywhere I go, especially to the music program I was in, STARS. STARS was a music program that was spread all over the country that helped young people showcase their talents and gave them opportunities to learn more about their craft. We had visitors come to show us how to write lyrics, harmonize, and shared their stories on how they came from nothing and did what they truly wanted to do, perform. There were about seven people that were in STARS stationed in Akron and we were

What are the most obvious themes in Chamber and Choir music? The concert I went to was a concert by the students from CGCC. They started of the concert with Jazz music, but I was unable to take notes on that because they were not exactly singing. It was more like an a capella except without any words. The next portion of the concert was Chamber Singers. I was not very sure what a Chamber Singer was so I looked it up. Before I looked it up, it seemed to me like it was a medium sized choir who quickly switch tempo and feature different solos. When I looked it up, it said that Chamber Singer was a group of 8-40 singers who sing religious or classical songs. The second part was like the choir my class does, except more complicated and more professional. I noticed that, although it was two different types of singing, they all had one thing in common, which was that they all had some kind of form to send emotion to the audience to make them feel a certain mood. The pacing of the song along with the diverse sections gives out emotion. The two emotions that where most obvious in all songs where the common emotions of sadness and happiness.

Applause erupted. I felt my body go numb. Our entire group burst from our seats, unable to contain our excitement. As our names were called as the winners of the 2017 Next Generation Jazz Festival, it wasn’t even the music that mattered most; the feeling of unity as we joined hands was beyond fulfilling. In my junior year, my vocal jazz director offered me the role of student director of the ensemble, and at first, I felt intimidated by taking on such a huge role, but I knew that I couldn’t step into this role timidly. As the year began, I worked closely with my director to create a strategic plan for the year, and we carefully planned the songs we would sing for the upcoming Next Generation Jazz Festival—a competition we had won for two consecutive

“The school boards do not supply the choir class like they do with other classes.” explained Mrs. Kwanza

I have been a part of a number of choirs; pop, gospel and classical, an operetta, ‘Paul Bunyan’, as well as currently, a Polish opera called ‘Flis’. Amongst all of this, I was the lead singer of an Indie Pop band called ‘History & Lore’ for a year, whilst studying at university. The much exciting part of all of these projects was the diversity in all of their forms. Not only do I enjoy the relaxing process of the preparation for gigs and shows, but the ability to look at people’s faces from the stage and seeing that they are ‘all in it’; out of their everyday world, and in the crowd - observing and

My group and I decided to write about choral reading because this speech season was very special to us. We spent hours upon hours with Ms. Osborne practicing in hopes of receiving an All-State nomination. Although that did not happen, we all enjoyed this season. We chose this particular title because we hoped our essay would act as a survival guide full of tips for future speech students.

Performing as a member of the Atlanta Symphony Youth Orchestra has been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life. From my very first season in my freshman year, the ASYO has been one of the main educational experiences for my music career. The upperclassmen that were in my section introduced me to the world of orchestral horn playing, leadership, and team work. I learned to set professional standards for myself as a musician and a student. Just like I learned to never show up at a rehearsal not knowing my part forwards and backwards, I learned to apply it to my school studies and extra curricular commitments. Being able to perform in a section of some of the best musicians in Georgia, I realized that at a performance or job, failure

To begin with, I attended the concert at the Bailey Performance Center at Kennesaw State University. I sat in the back of the Bailey center with all of the other college students attending this performance. I attended this performance on Wednesday, November 15th. Surprisingly, the concert only lasted fifty minutes. I would have thought this performance would’ve lasted a little longer than fifty minutes. While attending my second concert, I got to watch Ford Elementary Chorus and the Kennesaw State University Women’s Choir perform. Not only was the Women’s Choir outstanding, but also the Ford Elementary Chorus was terrific.

I was auditioning for one of Mr. Kentros ' choirs. I stood in the hallway nervously—as always—Rachel was there practicing for her audition, which was after mine. I 'm ready for this. I can do it! Coby came out of his audition with a giant smile on his face. He put his hand on my shoulder, “have fun, and good luck!” I took a deep breath as I walked into the choir classroom. Mr. Kentros was sitting at the piano with sight reading papers in front of him, there was a chair next and a music stand next to the piano for whoever was auditioning. He had his water bottle in one hand and a pencil, which he was using to scribble notes about Coby’s audition on a piece of paper. I looked over and saw Kentros ’wife Anni was sitting at his desk probably there watching the auditions. Ahh! I though. I didn’t prepare for both of them! I can’t do it. Leave! Leave now. Just walk out. I felt myself starting to turn around. Stay. You need to do this. I walked over to where the chair was by the piano. I tried not to think about and extra person being in the room so I could start my audition. “Are you ready?” Kentros asked, I didn’t answer. I couldn’t stop staring at Anni, she made me more nervous than I already was. She was intimidating. “Do you want Anni to leave?” He asked. I felt myself nod. Anni quickly smiled at me and left the room. Did I just kick his wife out of my audition? Oh NO! I didn’t mean that. This is turning very out badly. I gulped. Kentros handed me a piece of paper so I could do

As our time at Pine Mountain came to a close, we decided to sing “Brother” one final time as a tribute, a tribute to learning the value of friendship. On the bus ride home, positive comments floated around about the amazing trip and how one and all enjoyed the activities. Without doubt, everyone concluded the best part of the week was the time spent singing together. After the 10-hour bus ride, we arrived back at Bayside, just in time for Christmas Together. Immediately after the tremendous performance, applause filled the building. Overcome by a sense of joy at the appreciation of our performance, it was clear the song had strong personal meaning for others as well as myself. Shortly after we dismissed from school, I received a class group message on my phone, entitled “Brother”. As I quickly tried to open the notification, another incoming message popped up stating “We’re all brothers now.” In that moment, I realized just how much the song impacted my class. From that point on, hearing the song “Brother”,

Every time I go out on a stage I look at the small piece of paper in my music folder, one with hand written words that now hold so much meaning to me. I think all the way back to the first time I sang in front of an audience and of the complete and utter disaster that it was. However, I also think of how far I have come. It all started in fourth grade when my school had their annual school talent show. I had sang in the church choir with a group of around twenty other kids, but this was different. I had practiced my song multiple times over, and had asked my friend to play the piano while I sang. The day I walked into the school will never leave my memory. It was so tense you could taste the anticipation in the air. I walked in and sat in my seat where I memorized the student I would come up after. Time seemed to speed up impossibly fast, and the next moment I was being called onto the stage. The only sound I could hear was the pound of my heart, and my friend fuzzily asking in the background, “Do you want to go a cappella when I turn the pages?” I nodded agreeably because I did not want her to know I did not know what the word meant. Now I know it’s meaning is “without instrumental music” ("A Cappella."). Too soon, we were standing on the stage, and I had started to sing the song. I thought everything was going well until it came time for her to turn the page and she stopped playing. I waited patiently as she waited for me to sing. We were both waiting, and the only sound

Sometimes we can be so close and yet so far from our perceptions of the people around us. I found this statement true when considering Treble Choir, the base, entry level choir at Kuna High School. I joined choir when I was a sophomore but I had been training in a professional choral group since I was five years old. In light of this, I got to skip the first step in the “choir experience.” I’ve always been curious as to what this choir was like, what with all the wild stereotypes surrounding the group. I decided I would observe them as my subculture.

Freshmen year of high school, the beginning of adolescence and responsibility, I chose the elective of choir. The state of California is a fanatical for the performing arts; I had little understanding of the class itself, but I knew enough about the different vocal sections from the previous year at the middle school. The first day of school was hectic, students bustling to and fro in the hallways trying to find their class. The first thing I noticed when walking into the choir room was the risers with black chairs, specifically made for choir students, on each row. My first impression of Mr. Ushino was excitement. He waited for his new all women’s Concert Choir to sit down before he began speaking.