SKU: WD.080689651175

UPC: 080689651175.

In America, created by Joel Lindsey and arranged by Daniel Semsen, is the new patriotic celebration of the freedom we enjoy as Americans, and the rich spiritual heritage that is ours. Being able to call ourselves Americans is a privilege that we must cherish, an honor we must carry, and a gift we should never take for granted. We must always remember the sacrifice and service of all those who gave so much, real life heroes who made living in freedom in this great land possible—a nation where we can celebrate our liberty and worship our God freely. Filled with songs of perseverance, allegiance, gratitude and commitment, In America will light fires of patriotism and thankfulness in every listener through songs with familiar, timeless lyrics and new, compelling songs from Joel Lindsey. From We Are the Free, a song dedicated to the brave soldiers who fight to make us free, to the scripture-inspired lyrics of America on It’s Knees, and the powerful medley of Battle Hymn of the Republic with My Country, ’Tis of Thee and America, the Beautiful, In America reminds us of what makes this country so beautiful and what keeps us standing… brave individuals who are willing to fight for and protect our freedom, the sovereignty, glory and truth of our God, and our liberty to worship Him wholeheartedly in this country that we call home.

SKU: ST.EM20

ISBN 9790220206337.

Remembered chiefly for his virginal music, this always fresh and charming composer - who was probably an instrument maker by trade - may well have penned these pieces simply for the enjoyment of his London friends living in the wards of Bishopsgate and Cripplegate. His experience as a keyboard player may have led him to some chromatic vocal writing, particularly in the admirable Construe my meaning, rivalling strangenesses in the work of his Italian contemporary, Gesualdo.

CONTENTS
Among the daffadillies (SSAB)
Ay me, poor heart (SATB)
Blind Love was shooting (SSAB)
Carters, now cast down (SAT (or A) B)
Construe my meaning (SATB)
Daphne on the rainbow (SSA (or T) T (or B))
Lady, the silly flea (SATB)
Lady, when I behold your passions (SSA (or T) B)
Love shooting among many (SSAB)
Love shooting at another (SSA (or T) B)
My Lady's coloured cheeks (SAT (or A) B)
Pearce did dance with Petronella (SAT (or A) B)
Pearce did love fair Petronella (SAAB)
Phillida bewailed (SAT (or A) B)
Simkin said that Sis was fair (SSAB (or T))
Some time she would (SATB)
Susanna fair (SSTB)
The curtain drawn (SATB)
The wavering planet (SSAB (or T))
Thrice blessed be the giver (SSAB (or T))
Witness, ye heavens (SSS (or A) AAT (or B) BB).

SKU: PR.342402070

ISBN 9781491111253. UPC: 680160643226. Octavo inches. Text: Archibald R. Ammons. Archibald Ammons. Text by A.R. Ammons.

To benefit Chorus America, Stucky allowed himself to be auctioned off as a prize - the high bidder would receive a new work from the composer. After a few years and not really hearing anything, Stucky suddenly found himself up against a deadline. He reached back to a favorite poem by A.R. Ammons, Eyesight, which, he says, Won't let...his reader rest till the very last word...one of those sudden insights that leave us breathless..
This piece has an odd history. A few years ago, I agreed to be one of the“prizes” in an auction to benefit Chorus America: the highest bidder wouldget a new piece from me, while their money went to the organization. Thewinning bid came from a collection of several professional choruses anddirectors. But I was always a little vague about the details, and, hearingnothing more about it for a few years, forgot the whole thing.One day I received a message from Thomas Edward Morgan, directorof the Ars Nova Chamber Singers in Boulder: they had scheduled thepremiere of my new piece for a few weeks later, and could they have themusic, please? I needed a text, quickly, and (as usual) I was in a Los Angeleshotel room, not at home with my books. So I turned to the internet andsoon tracked down my favorite poet, A.R. Ammons (1926-2001).Once I stumbled on “Eyesight,” I remembered having loved the poemyears before. Archie must have loved it, too, because he included it bothin his Collected Poems 1951-1971 and in the later Selected Poems. It haseverything you want in an Archie Ammons poem: what Edward Hirschcalled his “offbeat, sideways, unpredictable radiance,” his “homespunglory.” It has one of his trademark conversations with a mountain (perhapsfrom his native North Carolina), it has the fluid motion from one line tothe next (enjambment, if you want to get technical) that won’t let him orhis reader rest till the very last word of the very last line, and it has in thatlast line one of those sudden insights that leave us breathless: “some thingsthat go are gone.”I miss Archie, but he’s not gone. I’m grateful for the wonderful poems heleft us, and I’m grateful that he was always generous and kind when I hadthe chutzpah to add my music to his.