I came across this the other day, a joyous celebration plucked from the garbage heap that is the internet.
It’s a short, three-minute listen. It begins simply and innocently — a single voice. It repeats. Then the voice returns again. And again. Layer upon layer, until that simple human voice has transcended the bounds of what ordinary schlubs like me can comprehend. Goosebumps rise on my arms. The hairs on the back of my neck rise. My vision goes blurry from rising tears of heartbreaking joy.
It may not hit others like it hits me, but if it exists, I believe this is what choir practice in heaven sounds like.
Beautiful!!! I wish a knew more words than “wow”😊. He was such a super creative guy —Brian Wilson—-, and seeing how a creative person works is amazing. That took me back too. It’s cause of Lynn that I heard that music. Thanks for your writing.
Incredible! … I have no words. Other than thanks for this discovery.
Amazing!!! Yes, goosebumps here too.
Never had any of that skill. I was in the boy’s choir but Sister Julia told me not to sing. Some day.