[A version of this article first appeared as a post on my blog From the Front of the Choir]   How many times have you been standing next to someone in your choir section and realised that they’re singing something different from you? &n...

We'd like to wish you all a very Happy New Year from Tim Knight Music! We are starting the year on a very positive Note, with a jotter full of plans for new events, projects and releases and, as we did last year, we'd like to gift you a free piece of Chor...

Som un cor de música moderna. Ens agrada el pop, el rock, els musicals i cantar amb els amics.

  Forget straw boaters and striped waistcoats - this is barbershop with bling!   Join the fabulous ladies of LONDON CITY SINGERS for an evening of barbershop classics and a cappella arrangements of hits from musicals, pop favourites, and ja...

And on National Albion Press Coverage Day, why not go the whole hog and read about Albion Ales in The Star, Sheffield too?   Follow the link and find out our exciting news - Ale and singing!   What an opportunity yo hit the right Note!

This was written as an ironic parody response to that Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer song we sing every year! (Rudolphus Rubrinasus syndrome!) (Note: the score has a slightly more ornamented piano part than this performance)

Originally published:  http://kellygalbraithblog.com/2013/08/15/the-many-faces-of-mary-a-choral-journey/ (Note: Please refresh page if videos fail to connect.)     Eve and Mary by Sr. Grace Remington, O.C.S.O Having grown up a Ba...

[A version of this article first appeared as a post on my blog From the Front of the Choir]Many community choirs have mixed tenor sections with men and women singing the same part. photo by Stefan Karpiniec That’s when things can get weird!...

We're a choir of about 40 adults who enjoy singing contemporary and fun songs in a relaxed environment. We rehearse on Monday nights above a pub in London SE22. We currently have a waiting list for Alto and Soprano parts but we're worth it!

The silver swan, who living had no Note, When death approached, unlocked her silent throat; Leaning her breast against the reedy shore, Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more: “Farewell, all joys; Oh death, come close mine eyes; More geese th...  moreThe silver swan, who living had no Note, When death approached, unlocked her silent throat; Leaning her breast against the reedy shore, Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more: “Farewell, all joys; Oh death, come close mine eyes; More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.”