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Every year the King's College carol service is broadcast live around the world on Christmas Eve. The service starts with the hauntingly beautiful solo voice of a boy soprano singing Once In Royal David's City.
The soloist is chosen at the moment the broadcast starts, when the choir master points at one of the sopranos.
There was an interesting documentary a couple of days ago about the last year in the life of this famous choir ostensibly because it is the centenary of the Christmas Eve Lessons and Carols service. The boys and the choral scholars (over 18 tenors and basses) acquire amazing self-discipline.
Different choir -St Pail's Cathedral - but Alastair Cook always says that this imposed discipline soon became self-discipline and stood him in very good stead in his cricket career.
Boys are trebles, not sopranos who are females. Sorry.
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How about this for pressure? on 16:22 - Dec 23 with 4817 views
How about this for pressure? on 16:13 - Dec 23 by solemio
There was an interesting documentary a couple of days ago about the last year in the life of this famous choir ostensibly because it is the centenary of the Christmas Eve Lessons and Carols service. The boys and the choral scholars (over 18 tenors and basses) acquire amazing self-discipline.
Different choir -St Pail's Cathedral - but Alastair Cook always says that this imposed discipline soon became self-discipline and stood him in very good stead in his cricket career.
Boys are trebles, not sopranos who are females. Sorry.
Sexist.
What about castratos then? *He says in a deep, gruff voice - possibly the deepist, gruffist voice ever*.
How about this for pressure? on 16:22 - Dec 23 by jeera
Sexist.
What about castratos then? *He says in a deep, gruff voice - possibly the deepist, gruffist voice ever*.
And male sopranos. They're sopranos. And male.
Yes, they are sometimes referred to as male sopranos, but in the classical world more commonly counter tenors or falsettos. Boys in choirs are trebles.
There are certainly people walking this earth who have been castrated, but sadly for non-musical reasons!!
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How about this for pressure? on 16:33 - Dec 23 with 4786 views
How about this for pressure? on 16:29 - Dec 23 by solemio
Yes, they are sometimes referred to as male sopranos, but in the classical world more commonly counter tenors or falsettos. Boys in choirs are trebles.
There are certainly people walking this earth who have been castrated, but sadly for non-musical reasons!!
Fair enough. I may be a little out of my depth on this. Once seeing 10 minutes of X Factor probably doesn't qualify me much.
I was just making a half-hearted attempt to get this year's argument out of the way before my Xmas dinner yorkshire pudding post.
It wouldn't be Christmas without the Yorkshire Pud thread on or around Christmas Day, even though all right thinking folk know that it should only be eaten with beef.
At least that is the belief of gentlemen of taste and distinction. Modesty forbids that I should name any such gentleman.
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How about this for pressure? on 16:53 - Dec 23 with 4757 views
How about this for pressure? on 16:38 - Dec 23 by solemio
It wouldn't be Christmas without the Yorkshire Pud thread on or around Christmas Day, even though all right thinking folk know that it should only be eaten with beef.
At least that is the belief of gentlemen of taste and distinction. Modesty forbids that I should name any such gentleman.
But they do taste good with the turkey and Christmas dinner wouldn't be Christmas dinner without trying to cram as much on the plate as possible.
Does that mean Callis doesn't get to eat Yorkshires at all or are there entirely different rules for vegetarians?
How about this for pressure? on 16:26 - Dec 23 by Nthsuffolkblue
One suspects the choir master has a fair idea who will be able to cope with the pressure.
Seems like quite a good idea actually. The nerves that come with knowing that you have to do something can really wreck you. If you dont know until the moment, you have no time to get wound up.
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How about this for pressure? on 16:13 - Dec 23 by solemio
There was an interesting documentary a couple of days ago about the last year in the life of this famous choir ostensibly because it is the centenary of the Christmas Eve Lessons and Carols service. The boys and the choral scholars (over 18 tenors and basses) acquire amazing self-discipline.
Different choir -St Pail's Cathedral - but Alastair Cook always says that this imposed discipline soon became self-discipline and stood him in very good stead in his cricket career.
Boys are trebles, not sopranos who are females. Sorry.
You're absolutely right about acquiring unique self-discipline. It's a superb musical training though you don't really appreciate it at the time. (I was a treble many years ago at Magdalen College Choir in Oxford and later a Choral Scholar at Cambridge)
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How about this for pressure? on 21:36 - Dec 23 with 4542 views
How about this for pressure? on 21:28 - Dec 23 by Sibelius8
You're absolutely right about acquiring unique self-discipline. It's a superb musical training though you don't really appreciate it at the time. (I was a treble many years ago at Magdalen College Choir in Oxford and later a Choral Scholar at Cambridge)
Ultimate.
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How about this for pressure? on 21:44 - Dec 23 with 4518 views
How about this for pressure? on 16:38 - Dec 23 by solemio
It wouldn't be Christmas without the Yorkshire Pud thread on or around Christmas Day, even though all right thinking folk know that it should only be eaten with beef.
At least that is the belief of gentlemen of taste and distinction. Modesty forbids that I should name any such gentleman.
They're batter puddings actually.
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