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Well, the Chamber Choir trip to Dallas was a smear of thoroughly intense experiences, as choir trips are meant to be; long, oddly tiring bus rides and the sleepover aura of a hotel roommate you like and the joyous whirl of a Musica Russica booth with Rach and Tchaik books over half-off and the utterly exhausting focus of performance at a national convention twice in one day and the search for open restaurants in evening downtown Dallas and the internal groan of an 8am bus home. But it went well.

And this evening was the Walton. Well, the Vaughan Williams Tallis Fantasia was on the first half, and I loved what the conductor did with it, but then there was a Haydn symphony, which put me right off, so I was thoroughly primed to be overwhelmed with the glory of Walton's choral-orchestral writing, as I'd only ever sung his art songs before. Belshazzar's Feast, people. Take a little over half an hour and listen to it yourself. Just another reason to regret that I wasn't born English.