Sitting at my computer, headphones in hand and wearing top-half concert dress, bottom-half pyjamas, this is shaping up to be the most bizarre performance I have ever given. I’m about to join Eric Whitacre’s Virtual Choir, made up of singers from all over the world recording themselves singing his composition Sleep.
Sitting at my computer, headphones in hand and wearing top-half concert dress, bottom-half pyjamas, this is shaping up to be the most bizarre performance I have ever given. I’m about to join Eric Whitacre’s Virtual Choir, made up of singers from all over the world recording themselves singing his composition Sleep.
As I come to the end of the tutorial video, which is essentially an admirably concise, if one-way, rehearsal, the composer says, ‘I guess that’s it – let’s make some music,’ and his broad smile fades to black. Not feeling entirely prepared, I clear my throat and press record.
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