Archive for the ‘Concerts’ Category

The Proms: live v. televised

Posted by Susan Tomes on 20 July 2010 under Concerts, Daily Life, Musings  •  3 Comments

We went to the First Night of the Proms in the Royal Albert Hall on Friday. Thanks to kind friends who invited us, we had wonderful seats and good company. The Albert Hall was packed full of enthusiastic listeners plus the 500 performers needed for Mahler’s Eighth Symphony. It was a colourful, vivacious scene and we […]

So few notes

Posted by Susan Tomes on 10 July 2010 under Concerts, Daily Life, Musings  •  1 Comment

A lovely moment during the BBC radio programme ‘Desert Island Discs’ with 90-year-old Dame Fanny Waterman, founder of the Leeds International Piano Competition. Dame Fanny recalled an evening some decades ago when the composer and pianist Benjamin Britten was in her house, preparing for a performance of Schubert’s song cycle ‘Winterreise’ in Leeds that evening. […]

Not ‘all in this together’

Posted by Susan Tomes on 2 July 2010 under Concerts, Daily Life, Musings  •  4 Comments

I went to a lunchtime concert in the City of London, the district where many bank headquarters are. It’s an area I don’t often visit. As I was early, I walked around the streets for a while. They were thronged with incredibly affluent-looking suntanned bankers in beautiful suits, wave upon wave of them, strolling to lunch in […]

Expanding in performance

Posted by Susan Tomes on 18 June 2010 under Concerts, Musings  •  Leave a comment

A curious thing happened at a concert of mine last week. We had rehearsed in the afternoon (piano plus string quartet) and when everyone was comfortable with the positions of their chairs and instruments, we marked up the stage with various colours of sticky tape so that the backstage team knew where to put everything in the […]

A kitten steals the show

Posted by Susan Tomes on 13 June 2010 under Concerts, Daily Life, Musings  •  2 Comments

I played a piano recital the other evening at the home of some friends. It was a lovely evening, and behind the piano, the French doors were wide open to the garden. About ten minutes from the end of my recital, as I was sailing full steam ahead with the final piece, a black kitten […]