In honor of the birthday of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756-1791), here is “Laudate Dominum,” a musical setting of Psalm 117, composed in 1780.
Praise the Lord, all nations; praise Him, all people;
For His loving kindness is great toward us,
and the faithfulness of the Lord endures forever.
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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
bluebird of bitterness 
Superb!
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My chorus just sang that this past fall. We also did the Schubert Magnificat and Hadyn Lord Nelson Mass. Choruses don’t do these old classics very often anymore, so it’s nice to hear them.
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I envy you. Wish I could sing in a choir like that.
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There’s community choruses all over the place, so maybe you could! Mine is recruiting, if you live anywhere near the DC area! Up next for us, Karl Jenkins’ The Armed Man Mass, and probably a Verdi Requiem with our local symphony shortly thereafter.
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We used to have a community choir in the town where I live, and I sang with it for many years. The problem was we could never keep a director. Either they would leave for greener pastures, or they’d decide to retire, or something. The institution faded out some years ago and no one has managed to revive it.
My most recent experience with choral singing came at a most unlikely time, right after the funeral of my best friend’s dad. My friend and I have known each other since kindergarten, so our friendship is going on sixty years now. Her extended family is positively enormous, and after the funeral/burial/luncheon/etc., a large group of us congregated at the house where my friend and her husband live with her mom, who is 103 and was married to her dad for more than 70 years. Her mom was very downhearted, and we were trying to think of ways to cheer her up, and for some reason we started singing. Almost everyone in the room had sung in choirs while in school, and all of them knew how to sing in harmony, so it sounded amazingly good. We sang just about every song we could think of that most of us knew most of the words to, and I was having such a good time that I didn’t want it to end! I’d almost forgotten how much fun choral singing can be.
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Absolutely lovely, the young lady has fantastic intonation, is not shrill, and knows how to breathe at the right spots. I love choral singing in a large edifice, where you can bounce the sound off the back wall. Orchestration was very well balanced.
My only complaint is the pink noise that could have been properly rolled off with a good compander and DSP, but that’s just the audio engineer in me speaking. A good shotgun mike would have solved the problem…
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Choosing performances on YouTube is both fun and infuriating. I search for a particular song I want, and up pop about a hundred different (sometimes several hundred) videos…and of course I’m looking for one that has both the perfect performance AND excellent camera work, sound quality, editing, etc. Every once in a while I find exactly what I’m looking for, but more often than not I have to settle for one that’s pretty good but not perfect. 🙂
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A day without Mozart is like a day without sunshine, they say, and it’s true!
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Amen to that. He’s my “desert island” composer. 🙂
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Beautiful. —- Suzanne
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