Performance Practice Of Sacred Harp Music
The performance practice of Sacred Harp music denotes the customary styles that are not expressed in the musical notation itself.
Note that the term performance practice is used in a broad way; Sacred Harp singing is participatory, not audience-oriented, and thus is not really "performed" in a traditional sense.
Read more about Performance Practice Of Sacred Harp Music: Transmission of Sacred Harp, Sources of Evidence, The Raised Sixth in Minor Tunes, Dotted Notes, Parallels With Early Music, The Pitch of Musical Notes, Tone Quality, The Pronunciation of The Note Names, Ensemble Issues and The Singing Community
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