Music
In recent years West Potomac has been a recipient of the Virginia Honor Band award from the Virginia Band and Orchestra Director's Association for superior ratings in concert band and marching band. Also the West Potomac Symphonic Winds, directed by Steve Rice, attended the Bands of America event in Indianapolis in March 2010, accompanied by the West Potomac Percussion Ensemble directed by Adam Foreman.
West Potomac's choral department has also blossomed since Ernest Johnson joined the faculty. He has created the two elite choral programs, Bella Voce and Colonial Singers (known as the Chamber Singers as of fall 2011), and has generated a buzz with his talented reach to renew interest in choral programs across the student body. His two elite choirs often do outreach performances for retirement homes, adult daycare centers, various churches, and even the Blair House. He has crafted a wonderful mixed chorus program filled with junior and senior boys and girls, and has created two brand new freshmen and sophomore choral groups for the 2011-2012 school year. The choral groups are featured many times throughout the year including fall and winter concerts, special events and volunteer performances in the community. Each year, West Potomac choirs participate in a competitive event known as Choral festival with the rank of superior performance often awarded. At the end of the school year, the "Spring Show" is a major choral event featuring popular music in a feel good song and dance show.
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Famous quotes containing the word music:
“A lot of pop music is about stealing pocket money from children.”
—Ian Anderson (b. 1947)
“The sound of tireless voices is the price we pay for the right to hear the music of our own opinions. But there is also, it seems to me, a moment at which democracy must prove its capacity to act. Every man has a right to be heard; but no man has the right to strangle democracy with a single set of vocal chords.”
—Adlai Stevenson (1900–1965)
“Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears;
Yet slower yet, oh faintly gentle springs:
List to the heavy part the music bears,
“Woe weeps out her division when she sings.”
Droop herbs and flowers;
Fall grief in showers;
“Our beauties are not ours”:
Oh, I could still,
Like melting snow upon some craggy hill,
Drop, drop, drop, drop,
Since nature’s pride is, now, a withered daffodil.”
—Ben Jonson (1572–1637)