I had heard about this concert earlier this year and I knew that I had to go to it. Being an avid Lord of the Rings fan, I knew each song by heart and couldn’t wait to hear it in person. I was shown into the large Honda Center “arena” which had been transformed into a concert hall. Chairs filled the entire floor and a large projection of the movie title was on a large tarp, which hung right behind where the singers and performers would be.
Before attending the concert, I did some background research to find out who exactly I would see. I already knew that Howard Shore was the composer, but I found out that Ludwig Wicki would be the conductor, that the instrumental portion of the songs would be played by Munich Symphony and that the voices would be from the Pacific Chorale and the Phoenix Boys Choir. I couldn’t wait to listen to the Pacific Chorale again, but I was more excited to see the Phoenix Boys Choir. I had always known that young boys could hit high notes, but now I was able to hear it in real time.
When “The Prophecy” began to play, I instantly got chills. “Concerning Hobbits” followed, and the entire room filled with cheers and applause. After the movie played, I began to open my ears to the singers. “The Treason of Isengard” was a surreal moment for me because the power coming from the voices of the Pacific Chorale was overwhelming. They definitely sounded like one huge impulse of sound and I could sense the power, for lack of better term, from their voices. It was incredible. The trumpets were loud, but their voices were never covered by the sound of the instruments.
The next song that I noted was “A Knife in the Dark.” Like the song previously mentioned, the entire choir sounded like a large impulse of sound. There were a lot of spots in the song that enabled them to breath in the beginning and I could tell that they took every chance that they could to breathe in order to make sure that they wouldn’t run out of breathe during the longer notes. Towards the end of the song, one of the boys from the Phoenix Chorale had a solo. He was clearly nervous, and he was out of breath fro the first note, but everyone applauded after his solo none-the-less.
One of my favourite songs that I heard that night was “Lothlorien.” I never had a real appreciation of that song when I had watched the movie, but after I heard the performance in person it became an instant favourite. The fact that there were so many layers of voices was fascinated to me. Their voices were timid, haunting, but at the same time very strong. There was great breath support throughout the entire song, and stagger breathing was definitely going on throughout the song. A soloist, by the name of Kaitlyn Lusk, took her part outstandingly towards the end of the song. Her voice was deep, in a sense that her sound was rounded rather than nasal-y.
The next song was, “The Great River,” in which the voices of the Pacific Chorale blended into the sound of the trumpets and violins perfectly. The choir almost sounded like the instrument that was playing along. It was harmony of man and instrument.
“Amon Hen” followed. This song was playing during the scene in which Boromir of Gondor was in battle and would eventually fall. It was amazing to see how one song can transform from being loud and fast paces into tranquil and light sounding. The singers were faint in sound, almost angelic, which made the scene of Boromir’s death even more emotional. It almost made me question whether or not the choir was singing or if I had just heard something else.
The last song of the movie was “The Breaking of the Fellowship.” At this point of the movie I was immensely overwhelmed by the movie, the choir, and the orchestra, and so I was admittedly in tears. I noticed that the choir still kept a good posture, even though they were all on stage for almost three whole hours. Never once did I see them reach for a water bottle, slouch, or stretch. That was incredible for me, and I started to wonder if I was capable of doing that for even one hour. Their dedication was truly inspiring. Even though they probably spend weeks preparing for the performance, they never looked bored.
As the credits rolled up, another soloist from the Phoenix Boys Choir began to sing. While some audience members started to walk out, most stayed. I was amazed by the high notes that the boy reached. The acoustics enhanced his already angelic voice, and it echoed through the entire Honda center. It was clear that he was loose and had a lifted soft pallet. The soloist, Kaitlyn Lusk, came up for the last song of the night, “May It Be.” She vocalized the song when it was appropriate, and although there were many long notes throughout the song, she did not look out of breath. Especially the lyrics “mornie, alantie” were sung beautifully, and even my mom looked over at me and said “that was amazing.” The entire concert, in fact, was amazing.