I love choirs; I love the harmonizing of the voices, and I love singing with them. I like churches who have choirs, even if they're bad choirs, because God bless them for singing anyway. St. Joe's church choir isn't really all that good but God bless them for singing anyway. (I don't understand why they use a synthesizer and not the actual piano that's sitting two feet away from where they sing, but one isn't told everything.)
In any case, our church choir normally sings at the Sunday morning 11:30 a.m. Mass; this is not the Mass we usually go to, more because of scheduling than any other reason. (The Saturday 5:30 p.m. Mass suits us better.) However, this past weekend - Palm Sunday - due to a series of unusual circumstances, I wound up going to the 11:30 a.m. Mass alone. (It took two days for us to get back from Pennsylvania; when we got home early Saturday afternoon, Ed wasn't feeling well and wound up ill, so I stayed home with him; by Sunday he was feeling better but not well enough to go to Mass with me.)
I was so glad I went to the Sunday morning 11:30 a.m. Mass. Last Friday, we'd missed a performance held at church by the Philipine Madrigal Singers, but they performed throughout the Mass on Sunday morning. They were amazing.
I managed to record a few clips: the psalm sung shortly before the Gospel, as well as during the Preparation of the Gifts.