The Fredösphere

The A Cappella News found a nice article on the great Welsh tradition of men's choirs, born of the coal mining culture.  But I don't envy their rehearsal technique:

Like many Welsh male voice choirs, Morriston Orpheus is a charitable organization that sings to raise money for good causes and doesn't pay its members, except in satisfaction. Humphreys, a trim, energetic man about to retire, says achieving a homogenous sound is more important than nurturing soloists -- though hard-to-find tenors tend to be prima donnas -- and that almost no one in the choir reads music. So it was fascinating to watch Humphreys teach four-part harmonies by rote and then put them together.

Speaking of cave dwellers, the Great Satan is making an effort to win the hearts and minds and discretionary incomes of girls aged 4-8.  Hey! That's my Maharnicess you're messing with.  Apparently, these "Trollz" are not the bottom of the depravity barrel:

Unlike Bratz, the provocatively dressed, multiethnic dolls that were one of this season's best-selling Christmas toys, Trollz would never be caught, said Mike Verrecchia, DIC's senior vice president for marketing, seven or eight at a time, in a Jacuzzi together.

And yet:

...there is a bit of the vamp in the round anime eyes of Trollz and in their anorexic waistlines. And there is something unnerving about the miniature gemstone that begins to glow in the belly of each girl Trollz when, in the videos and cartoons, she comes of age and acquires "special powers," which boy Trollz never will have.

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