When I was in high school I decided to join chorus. Chorus. Chorus. That’s what my band director called it. “How many of you would like to join chorus?” It was a valid option. I wanted to save the program. I became president my second year. I could barely sing in tune, yet everyone looked up to me.
chorus! i took chorus in 4th and 5th grade. My chorus teacher’s name was Mrs. Laforce and she loved paul McCartney. I wasn’t too fond of the songs we would sing, yet i remember the words to almost every piece. I was an alto, altos were definitely the coolest.
High School chorus is coming to mind. Ugh. What a wreck. Why am I getting so aggravated thinking about that? Because it was a waste of time I suppose. Boring… learned nothing…. I think I stayed a year (a year too long!) before I quit.
What I remember most about chorus was the teacher coming in one day, noticeably pregnant, and saying “I guess you’ve all noticed I’ve been putting on weight.” – Um no. No one had noticed at all. On Friday she’d been skinny, then Monday she was “suddenly” very pregnant.
all night long the garden was thronged with swallows and bats, the moon calls more forth than ever the sun did, it is a miraculous spectacle revealed only by the barn light; watching for hours until the light starts creeping and the bird song swells, nose to the little pane in the half door, wrapping the dusty curtain around shoulders for warmth and feet freezing on the flags of the kitchen and out of step with either day or night, just, out of step with the different lives around, of course or why else live out here on the mountaintop amid biblical clouds of midges that call creatures to feast?
I’ve never liked the word chorus… it’s just odd. choir, sure.. use that word.. but not the awkward word “chorus” it sounds like the word “cord” and “us” had a baby.. weird.. :P
I have no idea what a chorus is. I think it has something to do with choir or singing. Doesn’t every church have a chorus group to sing . Or maybe not I don’t know but I think I’m close to the meaning.
Chorus is a group of people who can either sing different or varying tunes but they all go together in harmony. They can have an infinate amount of people, I assume. They usually sing at band concerts and such.
don’t think, only write
song penetrates
my mind
thought bubbles burst and soap suds fly through the air
like droplets of spittle…
delicious. only, now
there’s soap in my eye and i can’t stop typing i only have a minuit better keep
babbling
people do too much of that already
maybe i’ll do the world a favor,
add to
the conspiracy
of silence
the one rampaging through our minds
and razing down all coherent thought
in a destructive kind of
hate
or, really
the only kind
there’s too many of me inside
maybe
if a few
were silent
this echo woulden’t sound
so
loud
Sing with me like there’s nothing left. Paint pictures with your voice, fill oceans with your music. Sing like there will never be a tomorrow, like this is the last chance you have. Make them feel something. Make them weep, and your job is halfway done. Make them remember until the end of their days the notes, the feeling, the passion you’ve created, and you’ve done what music was born to do.
As the chorus sang out the audience members sat listening. Well trying to at least. Of couse there was that baby crying, that obnoxious little boy talking far too loud, and those “cool” middle schoolers laughing and cursing. I’m never having kids.
The chorus sung with all they had, knowing that this was their last chance to sing like this as a group, a family. After they finished belting out every last note, they were breathing harder than ever, and the audience immediately stood, clapping, hooting and hollering. The teens were smiling, and laughing, and crying all at the same time. They hugged each other, sobbed into each other’s shoulders, and just held each other close.
Cantaban bastante bien. Para oídos que nunca habían escuchado canto en serio. Cantaban todos los años lo mismo. En navidad, en pascua, en uno u otro entierro (se lo podían permitir solamente algunos). Cuando volví después de muchos años …
A chorus of praise goes up in the air as the woman stands healed from her handicap. Everyone danced with joy and praised the Lord because she was healed. The sounds pleased GOd because He knew his children loved Him.
And the din dissipated, the cacophony fell to the floor like ash and as the people stood, loose of jaw and buckled over, they wondered if what they had heard was really humanity.
When I was younger, I joined the chorus. I just loved to sing. My dad on the other hand didn’t mind that I was singing, he just didn’t want me to do it as a career. Funny now that we have our own chorus for our little festivals…although I suppose it’s not really a chorus, but we do share our love of singing.
Hope you keep singing too!
Ding dong merrily on high, la la la la la la la. I missed chorus today because I was watching the royal wedding–totally worth it. I hate the song “River in Judea” the lyrics are stupid and make me angry. My teacher found out I missed his class for the wedding because apparently he’s a body language reading master. Way to go teach.
The chorus rises and swells as the audience sits in silence, some in awe, some in sleep. The young eyes see the world through a golden microscope and the world seems good to them. In their minds, their voices carry. In their minds, people listen.
it’s not about singing. i know that when i think of a chorus, i think about singing, but that’s not what it’s about. that’s the same with everything though, right? i think of the word, and i get that full happy feeling of thirty people sitting in the same room, singing the same song. it’s the same with everything. words dont really mean anything unless they have a feeling that comes along with them. the sounds don’t mean shit. i could sit here and write nonsense for hours (i only have a minuit, i know), but if it doesn’t mean anything, it doesn’t mean anything. a word is just a word.
and a chorus of people singing hallejulah as the world crumbles around us woulden’t mean a thing to me, except i know that the word being sung over and over means ‘rejoicing’. and maybe i wouldn’t be as scared as i would be if they were singing satanic spells or something. i don’t know.
it’s not the word, it’s the meaning you give it.
i’m so full of bullshit
I always had to stand on the back riser- one of the tallest people in my class. It was probably just as well because I didn’t feel confident as a singer, and wanted to be as far from the microphone as humanly possible. If I were to be in a chorus again someday, I would want to be singing with the cast of RENT on Broadway.
The notes swell – not as predominantly as they would had I been standing there – but they still ring loud and clear as I listen to the T.V. from the soft couch I sit upon. I smile as the camera pans from the small children singing, past the trees inside Westminster Abbey, to the beautiful couple kneeling and holding hands. Whatever some people might say, I’m happy I woke up at five this morning to watch them smile like that.
I’m listening to one very delightful one right now! It’s glorious, I have no idea what they are saying, it’s in Hebrew, a foreign language to me, but it’s pure heaven, Rahem.
When I was in high school I decided to join chorus. Chorus. Chorus. That’s what my band director called it. “How many of you would like to join chorus?” It was a valid option. I wanted to save the program. I became president my second year. I could barely sing in tune, yet everyone looked up to me.
chorus! i took chorus in 4th and 5th grade. My chorus teacher’s name was Mrs. Laforce and she loved paul McCartney. I wasn’t too fond of the songs we would sing, yet i remember the words to almost every piece. I was an alto, altos were definitely the coolest.
Chorus.
Lift your voice in joyful chorus?
High School chorus is coming to mind. Ugh. What a wreck. Why am I getting so aggravated thinking about that? Because it was a waste of time I suppose. Boring… learned nothing…. I think I stayed a year (a year too long!) before I quit.
What I remember most about chorus was the teacher coming in one day, noticeably pregnant, and saying “I guess you’ve all noticed I’ve been putting on weight.” – Um no. No one had noticed at all. On Friday she’d been skinny, then Monday she was “suddenly” very pregnant.
A chorus is music, music is good.
all night long the garden was thronged with swallows and bats, the moon calls more forth than ever the sun did, it is a miraculous spectacle revealed only by the barn light; watching for hours until the light starts creeping and the bird song swells, nose to the little pane in the half door, wrapping the dusty curtain around shoulders for warmth and feet freezing on the flags of the kitchen and out of step with either day or night, just, out of step with the different lives around, of course or why else live out here on the mountaintop amid biblical clouds of midges that call creatures to feast?
I’ve never liked the word chorus… it’s just odd. choir, sure.. use that word.. but not the awkward word “chorus” it sounds like the word “cord” and “us” had a baby.. weird.. :P
chorus has to do for sing song…………..!!!!!!!!!!!
A and of singers and dancers wel i thoink it is oh well.
Um I really don’t know what this word means! But I think its when people all sing together at one time?
I have no idea what a chorus is. I think it has something to do with choir or singing. Doesn’t every church have a chorus group to sing . Or maybe not I don’t know but I think I’m close to the meaning.
A choir of some sort or when a bunch of people get together and sing.
Other wise known as choir. Or when a big group of people sing in harmony and sound great.
a chorus is the part of the song that is often repeated. or it is another name for a choir.
I really have no idea how to explain chorus.
Chorus is a group of people who can either sing different or varying tunes but they all go together in harmony. They can have an infinate amount of people, I assume. They usually sing at band concerts and such.
i watched a show about hobos. They were in a choir. It was interesting. i didnt know hobos could sing.
Chorus, someone who sings, right? That’s a chorus I think. Choirs sing and they make up choruses.
a chorus is a word it is also something people people do when they sing
A chorus is also called a choir. Or when a bunch of people sing together they sing in chorus.
When you are playing apples to apples, chorus boys can make some funny conversations…
The chorus was singing such a beautiful song
I wish I could hear it always
a chorus is like a song type of thing. like choir or band in school.
too many
don’t think, only write
song penetrates
my mind
thought bubbles burst and soap suds fly through the air
like droplets of spittle…
delicious. only, now
there’s soap in my eye and i can’t stop typing i only have a minuit better keep
babbling
people do too much of that already
maybe i’ll do the world a favor,
add to
the conspiracy
of silence
the one rampaging through our minds
and razing down all coherent thought
in a destructive kind of
hate
or, really
the only kind
there’s too many of me inside
maybe
if a few
were silent
this echo woulden’t sound
so
loud
a chorus of voices floated up into the air. prince william and kate middleton were married at last, and i was going back to sleep.
Sing with me like there’s nothing left. Paint pictures with your voice, fill oceans with your music. Sing like there will never be a tomorrow, like this is the last chance you have. Make them feel something. Make them weep, and your job is halfway done. Make them remember until the end of their days the notes, the feeling, the passion you’ve created, and you’ve done what music was born to do.
As the chorus sang out the audience members sat listening. Well trying to at least. Of couse there was that baby crying, that obnoxious little boy talking far too loud, and those “cool” middle schoolers laughing and cursing. I’m never having kids.
The chorus sung with all they had, knowing that this was their last chance to sing like this as a group, a family. After they finished belting out every last note, they were breathing harder than ever, and the audience immediately stood, clapping, hooting and hollering. The teens were smiling, and laughing, and crying all at the same time. They hugged each other, sobbed into each other’s shoulders, and just held each other close.
Choruses are heard in music school. They remind me good old days when I learned music. Love to sing when no one hears.
Cantaban bastante bien. Para oídos que nunca habían escuchado canto en serio. Cantaban todos los años lo mismo. En navidad, en pascua, en uno u otro entierro (se lo podían permitir solamente algunos). Cuando volví después de muchos años …
harmony, choir
A chorus of praise goes up in the air as the woman stands healed from her handicap. Everyone danced with joy and praised the Lord because she was healed. The sounds pleased GOd because He knew his children loved Him.
And the din dissipated, the cacophony fell to the floor like ash and as the people stood, loose of jaw and buckled over, they wondered if what they had heard was really humanity.
When I was younger, I joined the chorus. I just loved to sing. My dad on the other hand didn’t mind that I was singing, he just didn’t want me to do it as a career. Funny now that we have our own chorus for our little festivals…although I suppose it’s not really a chorus, but we do share our love of singing.
Hope you keep singing too!
Ding dong merrily on high, la la la la la la la. I missed chorus today because I was watching the royal wedding–totally worth it. I hate the song “River in Judea” the lyrics are stupid and make me angry. My teacher found out I missed his class for the wedding because apparently he’s a body language reading master. Way to go teach.
The chorus rises and swells as the audience sits in silence, some in awe, some in sleep. The young eyes see the world through a golden microscope and the world seems good to them. In their minds, their voices carry. In their minds, people listen.
a type of sound , music i guess.
guitar ryhme.
it’s not about singing. i know that when i think of a chorus, i think about singing, but that’s not what it’s about. that’s the same with everything though, right? i think of the word, and i get that full happy feeling of thirty people sitting in the same room, singing the same song. it’s the same with everything. words dont really mean anything unless they have a feeling that comes along with them. the sounds don’t mean shit. i could sit here and write nonsense for hours (i only have a minuit, i know), but if it doesn’t mean anything, it doesn’t mean anything. a word is just a word.
and a chorus of people singing hallejulah as the world crumbles around us woulden’t mean a thing to me, except i know that the word being sung over and over means ‘rejoicing’. and maybe i wouldn’t be as scared as i would be if they were singing satanic spells or something. i don’t know.
it’s not the word, it’s the meaning you give it.
i’m so full of bullshit
I always had to stand on the back riser- one of the tallest people in my class. It was probably just as well because I didn’t feel confident as a singer, and wanted to be as far from the microphone as humanly possible. If I were to be in a chorus again someday, I would want to be singing with the cast of RENT on Broadway.
The notes swell – not as predominantly as they would had I been standing there – but they still ring loud and clear as I listen to the T.V. from the soft couch I sit upon. I smile as the camera pans from the small children singing, past the trees inside Westminster Abbey, to the beautiful couple kneeling and holding hands. Whatever some people might say, I’m happy I woke up at five this morning to watch them smile like that.
I’m listening to one very delightful one right now! It’s glorious, I have no idea what they are saying, it’s in Hebrew, a foreign language to me, but it’s pure heaven, Rahem.