Thursday? Already?
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unblinkered last night for a differently musical evening.
This started with an organ recital at the University Chapel, an occasion given added spice by the fact that the last time I was there was to get married, 15 years ago. I hadn’t expected it to conjure up so many ghosts, since it’s a place I visited often when I was at Uni, I quiet spot just a few steps from my Jurisprudence class, but it did, and I was duly spooked.
Not that the music was conducive to quiet reflection. I’m ignorant enough of the classical repertoire that I go into most things with no preconceptions, and usually, no, scratch that, always find something to appreciate. Last night the program was the fifth of six concerts celebrating the centenary of Olivier Messiaen. Who, naturally enough, I’d never heard of. As those of you of a classical bent will know, he’s given to modes of limited transposition and mild synaesthesia (which sounds like a double cop-out to me). I enjoyed the concert – especially the seven piece “Livre d'Orgue”, which had everything from twittering birds to Ezekiel’s Sacred Spaceship blasting off, a machine of eyes and fire.
Afterwards we wandered down in the rain to Tchai Ovna, and stumbled on a quartet committing jazz. They were a bit loud for the small space, but made for a great accompaniment to a pot of Yogi Yogi Chai and a couple of (very healthy) chocolate slices.
Did I mention that I’ve been to the gym four times this week, including twice on Tuesday? I mention this merely to show what a fit person I’m becoming, and in no way to mitigate the consumption of large quantities of cask strength single malt at tonight’s SMWS tasting…
unblinkered last night for a differently musical evening. This started with an organ recital at the University Chapel, an occasion given added spice by the fact that the last time I was there was to get married, 15 years ago. I hadn’t expected it to conjure up so many ghosts, since it’s a place I visited often when I was at Uni, I quiet spot just a few steps from my Jurisprudence class, but it did, and I was duly spooked.
Not that the music was conducive to quiet reflection. I’m ignorant enough of the classical repertoire that I go into most things with no preconceptions, and usually, no, scratch that, always find something to appreciate. Last night the program was the fifth of six concerts celebrating the centenary of Olivier Messiaen. Who, naturally enough, I’d never heard of. As those of you of a classical bent will know, he’s given to modes of limited transposition and mild synaesthesia (which sounds like a double cop-out to me). I enjoyed the concert – especially the seven piece “Livre d'Orgue”, which had everything from twittering birds to Ezekiel’s Sacred Spaceship blasting off, a machine of eyes and fire.
Afterwards we wandered down in the rain to Tchai Ovna, and stumbled on a quartet committing jazz. They were a bit loud for the small space, but made for a great accompaniment to a pot of Yogi Yogi Chai and a couple of (very healthy) chocolate slices.
Did I mention that I’ve been to the gym four times this week, including twice on Tuesday? I mention this merely to show what a fit person I’m becoming, and in no way to mitigate the consumption of large quantities of cask strength single malt at tonight’s SMWS tasting…
