From mr ishmael's cathedral road trip last autumn.... mrs. ishmael
I heard this in Gloucester Cathedral a few weeks ago, no band,
just the choir and a stonemad organist, by God, it rocked.
Haydn, of course was seven hundred years after the building of these cathedrals and if the walls had ears then after plainsong and Tallis and Byrd this would've sounded like the druggy doggerel of Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band; no matter, it is brash but exhilarating and what more do we want?
Haydn, of course was seven hundred years after the building of these cathedrals and if the walls had ears then after plainsong and Tallis and Byrd this would've sounded like the druggy doggerel of Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band; no matter, it is brash but exhilarating and what more do we want?
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Splendid. Off to Queen's on Saturday for Bach and Handel. Need me some big music for these troubled times. Mind you, a pony each is taking liberties.
Marvellous stuff.
How was Dollar Brand, mr tnp?
One of those ear worm things, The Heavens are Telling, mr bungalow bill, kinda like a pop song and fun, I should think, to perform.
Dazzling indeed was our Abdullah. Solo piano, breathtakingly beautiful. You'd have shed tears, Mr Smith. I did.
Thanks, mr tnp. Know what you mean, it was twenty years ago, now, that his then pre-muslim fusions knocked me, as they say, out the park, every style I'd ever heard, baked into a vast backstreet jellyroll.
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