As the fifth in the intermittent blogs about my one solo concert, this blog features song number five from the concert. Valley of Dry Bones.
This is the Ezekiel passage, where he sees the dry bones come to life. I is quite a neat setting. Interesting to contrast it to the Negro Spiritual, which uses the same text for its launch off.
As I listen to this one again after all these years, I can find a few rough spots of coordination between my and the pianist, catches in the pass-offs between accompanist and soloist. Doesn’t really detract from the image the song is trying to portray — and metaphors is what the concert wall all about.
For those interested, below are links to the other four blogs:
Creational and relational type Renaissance man (writer, singer, thinker) holding to C.S Lewis's credo that if you follow truth originality takes care of itself, (anyway, originality is so yesterday, anyway.) That I have my wonderful wife Jasini is proof enough for me that life isn't fair. If it was fair I wouldn't have her, and instead she is my most faithful example that I am blessed beyond measure. My two adult children are the same unmerited blessing to me. We should all be thankful life is not fair but blessed.
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