Hello, Patreon family! Three things in this post:
1. Save the Date for our Livestream Concert next Wed 11/18, 8pm ET
Please share these links far and wide!!
UPDATED CONCERT LINKS
Watch on YouTube: https://youtu.be/aA-koiA3Fnw
Watch on Facebook:
Facebook.com/WindborneSingers/posts/10157859926890547
2. Our album is 76% funded on Indiegogo!! (…but that means we still have just over $7,000 left to raise before our campaign ends on Nov 19!) Your can access your Patrons-only Secret Perk at https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/2631241/x/4607462?secret_perk_token=47fe7add and please share our project with your family and friends! The link to share is igg.me/at/WindborneHT
3. This video: The Yeaster Anthem, dedicated especially to that very specific subset of people: shape note nerds/bakers (of which we count ourselves proud members). While it might be a little out of season for this anthem, it is certainly a song for these quaran-times! These lyrics are a rewrite of William Billings’ Easter Anthem from 1787 (#236 in the Sacred Harp), which Lynn and Lauren grew up singing on Easter at the Guilford Community Church and is a favorite in the shape note community.
If you are unfamiliar with the original piece, you can see our friends Arthur, Emma, Amelia, and Guillaume singing a beautiful rendition here, or watch this massive virtual choir (the virtual choir is a 360 degree video, so you can see the singers all around you as if you were sitting in the center of them. To do this a phone/tablet, watch the video in the YouTube app. On a computer, open the video and click the button in the upper left that looks a little like a compass, and then you can click and drag the image as the video plays! How cool is that?!)
A special shout-out goes to Jeremy’s mom Liza, whose gorgeous bread (and kitchen!) is featured in this video!
THE YEASTER ANTHEM
Music: William Billings (1787)
Lyrics: Windborne (2020)
The loaf is ris’n indeed! Hallelelujah!
Now is the dough risen for the bread and become the first food for them that slept
And did it rise!
Did it rise! Hear o ye nations, hear about my bread!
It rose, it rose! It burst the bowl’s top edge and triumphed o’er the day
Shout! Shout earth and heav’n! This sourdough so grand
Which had great oven spring
And mounded with flour from the spoon
Then, then: then it rose
Then first from leavening triumphant from the oven now with pride we seize a perfect loaf!
Bread, all immortal, hail! Hail! Housemates all lavish of strange gifts of bread!
Mine all the glory, ours the tasty bliss
