Jazz and Baroque
Ok, so half of that’s a lie (well – five sevenths, if you’re counting the letters). Or rather at the moment it’s a lie; the baroque’s still firmly ensconced in the camera of Osmond the Younger and shan’t be making an appearance until I can find a way to tease it out. I thought of trying some ostrich feathers finely coated in battery acid but somehow I suspect that may just exacerbate the issue. Still, it’ll be worth the wait – I took a trip to what is billed as The Finest Baroque Church in England. And it’s not St Paul’s Cathedral, though it’s not too far away. Anyway, that’ll be coming soon. Oh, how I tantalise…
In the meantime we take a trip across Londonshire and inside the rather fabulous elliptical drum they call the Royal Albert Hall for some promming action. If you didn’t catch it on Saturday you should be able to do the whole online TV thing (see below for linkage). Gwilym Simcock’s piano concerto “Progressions” is really quite something; Ravel meets Chick Corea, perhaps, with a little Jaco thrown in for spice. Watch it or I’ll put all the world’s cheese into quarantine.
but you’d better watch it still or the fromage will get it. Mark my words.]