Sunday, 30 January 2011

Cold

I went away on Saturday to stay with friends in Bury St. Edmunds.

However, on the way I stopped off at a number of churches to take photographs of the organs in order to submit them to the NPOR.  I also wanted to visit a church in the village where some of my mother's family used to live in the 19th century. I can tell you it was very cold getting out of the car to investigate and take photos.

I found Hemmingford Grey but there was building work in the church so the organ was covered by a tarpaulin.

On to Fenstanton and I had more success.  The last time I went there was in the 1970s on a bell-ringing outing when they were a rough-going 5. They had a 6th bell installed and I guess they go much better given that they rang a peal there in about 1996 (if I remember the peal plaque correctly)

Fenstanton
After a quick lunch from the local baker (incidentally the worst egg and mayo roll I have ever had - tasteless!) I made my way to Swavesey and I did discover the grave of two Trundleys, although I need to do more research to find out how they fit it to my tree.  Most of my ancestors were born and married there; I did not know of any that died there, so I was quite pleased to find this one.


Next it was on to Longstanton [there is a strong RAF connection here] which is a well cared-for church, quite comfortable inside and very security conscious. The organ case was not very noteworthy but the stained glass was lovely.


On a more gruesome note this is to be found in the South of the church.


[Quoting This Site] The southern half of the chapel is filled with a most extraordinary 18th century construction. The floor level of the transept drops a couple of feet at that point, so that the southern end is half way to being a crypt – and then, from floor level, rises a big block, about five feet high and filling the width of the chapel, blocking off the remains of some rather interesting-looking medieval niches. The surface is slightly uneven, with rounded edges and a surface of plaster which is sufficiently rough that it resembles adobe. At the top of the north face is a black marble plaque which reads ‘Sepulchrum 1770’. Arranged below it are twelve shallow niches, broader than they are tall, and unadorned save for a very shallow curve on their upper edge. Most of these contain black marble plaques commemorating members of the Hatton family. [©2009 Ben Colburn & Mark Ynys-Mon]


After this I drove on to Bury but arriving before the agreed time I diverted to Risby where there is a delightful little church (at least on the outside) with a squat tower I have not seen before.

Risby tower, Suffolk.
And so, on to my hosts' house.  I was back home by 4.30 on Sunday.
 

Friday, 28 January 2011

Pause

I have a few days off (Friday 12.30- Monday 6.00 when we have a parents' evening).

It has been a particularly hard term so far and it is only a month since Christmas yet I feel 3 months have passed.  This is due to the 12-hour days I have been working getting ready for a concert last Sunday.

I apologize if you have commented on my blog and I have only just moderated it.
 

Thursday, 20 January 2011

Sidelines

I cannot for the life of me understand people who stand on the sidelines at school football matches.

It is traditional to shout advice at all times at the top of your voice.  Do these people actually consider whether or not they can be heard or understood by the players?  Presumably the shouted advice is a response to what is seen from the sidelines - hence, it follows that the advice being shouted is actually too late.

My view is that the people who shout advice are acting out a ancient ritual which helps to establish pecking order.  "Look at me. I am confident enough to be able to analyze a situation and issue urgent advice with no inhibitions" - they seem to be saying. "Mess with me if you dare".

Musicians don't do this at concerts in an effort to improve the players' performances. Imagine!

  • Re-tune your D string!
  • Add a little more rubato.
  • Watch out, the brass are starting to drown you!
  • Take your time, shape the phrase.
  • Up bow, up bow!!
  • Intonation, intonation.
  • Go for that Top 'A'!
  • Nice staccato
  • Come on, you need a mute!

Feel free to add your own advice to soloists or orchestral sections.

Sunday, 16 January 2011

Tuesday, 11 January 2011

Ping

Internet seemed slow tonight.  Apparently it is just the site I was on.

Monday, 10 January 2011

Make of this what you will

Given that I am a Director of Music at an important Prep school this could be worrying, but I scored 99% ofnperception!  Take the test here, even Steve could manage it I think!

Sunday, 9 January 2011

Reaching out [New name]

Removed - good advice Barry.

Suppose I was reaching out to anybody who would listen.
 

Saturday, 8 January 2011

No, no, no!

Background
  • I am glad not to be teaching in a secondary school.
  • I am not particularly keen on Pachelbel's "Canon" and this post is not to defend the piece in any way.
  • I do occasionally play amusing clips to classes.
  • I do remember what it is like to have awkward Year 9 pupils.
I could go on...

What's getting my goat?

On the TES forum  there is a discussion about teaching the Baroque period to Year 9.

One suggestion is to play this Youtube clip [I shall not sully my blog by embedding the thing here]

For goodness' sake, why are teachers up and down the country expected to teach morons about music by stooping to their level.  We live in a society where music is deemed to be of no value unless it has a heavy drum beat or disgusting lyrics [OK I made the last bit up]

Arggh!!

This IS funny and sums up my view of Pachelbel's Canon.

Friday, 7 January 2011

Grantham

I drove to Grantham on Thursday. This was to meet up with Tom, an ex-pupil I had not seen for years who now runs a music shop in the town.  If you need music or an instrument do consider using him as he does mail order and is quite an expert on woodwind.  He stocks guitars too but has not got the space for drum kits or pianos!

Tom filled me in on his eventful life and I shared my recent history with him.  It's true that one can sometimes feel a little bit ex-teacher/ex-pupil, but this did not seem the case on this occasion.  This meeting was one of the most positive things to come out of Facebook and it meant a great deal to me. I have also made contact with a singer I'd not seen or heard of since 1980.

Tom Simmonds at Fox Music, Grantham
Now that all the roundabouts have been removed from the A1 it was a very easy drive to get there.  However Grantham is - in my opinion, based just on what I saw of it - a bit of a dump. One local lady said to me, as I tried and failed to get into Marks & Spencer's to buy a sandwich, "That's another nail in the coffin for the town"; M&S has closed in Grantham.

I also went in the church where they were serving hot lunches for the needy; I thoroughly approve of this and more churches should do it.  I thought it was a church refectory for visitors and the lady was embarrassed to have to tell me that the lunches were 'special'.
 

More music

The full MP3 tracks of my evening canticles are currently store HERE for the Magnificat and HERE for the Nunc Dimittis. It's probably best to download them and listen by opening them locally.
  

Walking to Choral Evensong

A friend of mine has put up a video of himself walking through Oxford in the snow which I found on my/his Facebook feed. He mentioned there was music at the end; he didn't say I had composed it.

What a real treat (for me at least).  There is only an extract but enough to enjoy.



Thanks David.

Sunday, 2 January 2011

A big one

Here is a photo of the item which appeared in the garden next door, just before Christmas.  They have a floodlight so the (teenage) kids could use it when it was dark. Lots of noise, but - thankfully - not at inconvenient times.