Friday, December 19, 2008

Handel - Messiah: For Unto Us a Child is Born

Your carol for today, from the Winchester Cathedral choir:

7 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

I may surprise some folks in saying that I enjoyed this. I don't like "slow" music, but even though classical is not exactly rock and roll, it has a sense of power that I appreciate, and which I don't see in most pop music.

LarramieG said...

What classic and elegant sounds of the season. This is a haven for comfort and joy.

Elizabeth said...

I hope you don't mind, but we're having dueling carol blogs. That way we'll entertain a whole bunch of people. This one is beautiful. Thank you for posting.

Anonymous said...

I love, love, love this. Thanks so much. I went to Amazon and bought the whole Messiah on mp3 and put it on my iPod. This is just seraphically beautiful, even to a seasonal curmudgeon like me.

debra said...

Thank you for making my evening. I love this piece of music.

Lisa said...

Charles, That doesn't surprise me at all. So much classical music is very textured and complex and does project much more power and is much more interesting than most pop music. Mozart's Requiem, Bach's Fugue in D Minor, Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture, Beethoven's 5th and 9th -- to name some of the more recognizable pieces are all very powerful.

Larramie, I'm so glad you enjoyed it :)

Elizabeth, I am delighted! Julie Layne also has some beautiful music up at her blog, An Audience of Me.

Tim, Hooray! And I can't believe you're a seasonal curmudgeon...well, I mostly can't believe it ;)

Debra, I wish I still owned this. Tim may just have motivated me to buy it again.

Columbus Drapery said...

Thanks for shharing this

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