The opening chords of Beethoven’s 7th symphony played by the Aurora Orchestra in Kings Cross pinned me to the glass doors of nearby Waitrose in Handyside Canopy. Tears flowed. This was the first actual live orchestral music I’d heard in person in six months. A supercharged affair. There’s a vague sense that this might be…
These weekly posts help me. They’re probably more helpful to me than they are interesting to read. I have no real idea whether that’s true or whether it’s just a reflection of my own negative thinking. This said, a weekly (or fortnightly) as has been the case in recent weeks does help order my thoughts…
The future (financially) isn’t rosy, but the ideas and the execution of them in a post-lockdown world is exciting, and the RLPO are first out of the traps
Take care when you change your mind about stuff.
I’ve been a little restless today. I haven’t been able to put my finger on why exactly. Not until now. I’ve wanted to write (since watching last nights Proms gig with the LSO) but couldn’t. So I read instead (about Vaughan Williams and the British perception of music and landscapes). Then I read Gretchen Ruben…
What actually is this? How can anyone publish something about whether or not to clap at a classical music concert when there aren’t any going on that anyone can attend? Also, do your research. Please. This kind of stuff isn’t helping the cause.
A fitting evening with poignant music choices and a satisfyingly pared-back presentation style too.
The Last Night of the Proms (without an audience) is on Saturday 12 September.
This week’s update from (near) the English Riviera – Falmouth Without live events there seems to be little impetus to write. Since the £1.57 billion pledge to the UK arts scene, it feels a little as though the fire has gone from the fight. Nicola Benedetti stoked the grate a considerable amount a week last…