Holy *crap!* Said more than once, out loud, as the chorale's rendition played in my headphones. That was an effortless, vibrato-less high A by at least one soprano, and the timing of multiple phrases near the end, from overlapping layers to silence like *that*, is just pinpoint perfect. The entire thing is shiver-worthy in the best, most poignant way. I say that as a lifelong choruster from early childhood, and as a history nerd with a bias toward peaceful protest.
And wow. Props to Neil Young for his lyrics, belatedly. I'm sure I'd never heard them so clearly before now. He nails a certain kind of college experience ' we're finally on our own, this summer I hear the drumming' exactly, and that's before the specific imagery lands like the anvil it's meant to be.
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Date: 2024-05-05 02:29 am (UTC)And wow. Props to Neil Young for his lyrics, belatedly. I'm sure I'd never heard them so clearly before now. He nails a certain kind of college experience ' we're finally on our own, this summer I hear the drumming' exactly, and that's before the specific imagery lands like the anvil it's meant to be.