|Rehearsal: St Bride's Church|
|St Bride's, Ludgate Hill|
|Tamara Anna Cislowska|
Andy singing the Lensky aria in a full production with the Bolshoi.
An unidentified player, but this will give you a taste of the Messiaen.
Simone (Soprano), Tamara, Daniel Jones (percussion)
Daniel Jones (Vibraphone), Peter (Cello), Tamara (Piano)
And then to the composition created especially for this evening by Australian composer (and wonderful friend) Barton Staggs. Extraordinary sounds coaxed from the cello and the vibraphone (very unusually played with two bows - virtuoso work by Daniel), with the piano sitting underneath, moving through unresolved chords...words cannot adequately describe the other-worldly sounds, the musing, nostalgic mood evoked, the leaning forward into the space that the music was taking you...I told you words were inadequate!
Simone singing Copland
To riotous applause and cheers, the program regretfully ended (well, we all regretted its ending, though we were half an hour over time and the verger was getting tetchy...don't worry, he got over it). Our marvellous artists came out and took their bows, Simone elegant in her gorgeous red frock, Tamara in a divine long, claret-red velvet coat, the men handsome in their suits. Bouquets of flowers for the ladies, books as gifts all round, calls for an encore (resolutely ignoring the verger's pointed thumping in the vestibule).
And here I pause, as the guests gather their coats, the vibraphone is ensconced in the vestry for pick up later on, thoughts are turning to the loos and some food, and the delightful sancerre that Stephanie is even now setting out in The Press House. The party went on, folks, but that report will have to wait for another day. I must end with heartfelt thanks to the extraordinary artists who brought us this concert which Kyle and I will NEVER forget. Peter Hoerr , one of (if not the) best cellist playing in Europe today. Simone Riksman, an extraordinary young soprano who can melt your heart. Andrew Goodwin, a young Australian tenor I have sponsored for several years, with a wonderful quality in his voice. Daniel Jones, a young British percussionist with skill and dexterity to amaze.
And many, many thanks to composer extraordinare, Barton Staggs, whose piece 'Postcard' was utterly moving and unforgettable. I cannot do better than to pause here to quote a little Schopenhauer (indulge me):
The inexpressible depth of all music, by virtue of which it floats past us as a paradise quite familiar and yet eternally remote, and is so easy to understand and yet so inexplicable, is due to the fact that it reproduces all the emotions of our innermost being, but entirely without reality and remote from its pain.