Men's choir and 7 brass instruments (organ) - intermediate to advanced - Digital Download SKU: S9.Q7104 (Josua 6). Composed by Kurt Bikkembergs. This edition: set of wind parts. Downloadable, Set of wind parts. Duration 10 minutes. Schott Music - Digital #Q7104. Published by Schott Music - Digital (S9.Q7104). German.Eine etwa zehnminütige Komposition über den alttestamentarischen Bericht von der Belagerung und Eroberung Jerichos durch die Israeliten für Männerchor und 7 Blechbläser, alternativ auch mit Orgelbegleitung. Die eingesetzten Stilmittel reichen von der gregorianischen Psalmodie bis hin zur pfiffigen, halbszenischen Verwendung des Spirituals Joshua fit de Battle of Jericho. Ein ganz außergewöhnlicher Beitrag zu geistlichen Konzerten!

Bassoon,Clarinet,Piano,Voice - Level 4 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1370914 Composed by David Warin Solomons. 21st Century,Contemporary. Full Performance. Duration 189. David Warin Solomons #955258. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1370914). A setting of the La Fontaine poem La cigale et la fourmi with narrator (in French), clarinet, bassoon and piano(A version with English narrator is also available on this site)La cigale, ayant chanté tout l’été,se trouva fort dépourvue Quand la bise fut venue.Pas un seul petit morceau De mouche ou de vermisseau.Elle alla crier famine Chez la fourmi sa voisine,La priant de lui prêter Quelque grain pour subsisterJusqu’à la saison nouvelle.“Je vous paierai,�lui dit elle,“avant l’août,foi d’animal,Intérêt et principal.�La fourmi n’est pas prêteuse;C’est là son moindre défaut.“Que faisiez vous au temps chaud?�Dit elle à cette emprunteuse“Nuit et jour à tout venantJe chantais,ne vous déplaise.�“Vous chantiez?j’en suis fort aise.Eh bien!dansez maintenant.�English translation by S N SolomonsThe Grasshopper in drowsy songHad spent the pleasant summer long,And found herself without a crumbWhen winter’s icy blast had come.Not one small morsel could she spyOf puny worm or measly fly.So off she went to cry her wantStraight to her neighbour Madame Ant,Merely asking for a loanOf bread or grain to eke her ownUntil the plenteous time came round.“I’ll pay you back, or I’ll be boundBy August, word of animal,Both interest and principal.�The Ants are not a lending lotIndeed that is their slightest fault.“What were you doing when ’twas hot?�She asked this impecunious sort.� To all who came, both day and nightI used to sing at every chance.�“You used to sing? That’s fine and right!Well now’s the very time – to dance!�©S.N.Solomons.