Archive for the ‘Concerts’ Category

No mud-wrestling rings

Posted by Susan Tomes on 10 July 2009 under Concerts, Daily Life, Travel  •  Leave a comment

Listening to Desert Island Discs on radio this morning, I was startled to hear impresario Harvey Goldsmith discussing the ‘riders’ – or additional contractual requests – demanded by some of his pop artists and their entourages to make their lives more pleasant on tour. He said his view was that a happy crew made happy […]

Enjoying the beat

Posted by Susan Tomes on 1 July 2009 under Concerts, Musings  •  Leave a comment

I’ve started to prepare for the next festival I’m involved in, the annual chamber music festival of the Gaudier Ensemble. It takes place in the lovely old village of Cerne Abbas in Dorset in July. This year I have a few little piano solos and ten different chamber works to prepare, ranging from a Haydn […]

Eye of the Beholder

Posted by Susan Tomes on 22 June 2009 under Concerts, Florestan Trio, Musings  •  2 Comments

It’s now a week since the Florestan Festival ended, and lots of people have been kind enough to write and say what they thought of it. One thing is very interesting: there’s enormous variety in what people enjoyed best. Some relished the things which were new for them, others treasured the old. Some liked things […]

My Billy Mayerl CD resurfaces

Posted by Susan Tomes on 18 June 2009 under Concerts, Daily Life  •  10 Comments

People sometimes ask where they can find my 1990 disc of piano music by Billy Mayerl, and I haven’t been able to tell them. Since Virgin Classics was bought by EMI, and after parts of EMI were moved to Paris, it’s become very hard to follow the fate of a record which has seemed to go in […]

Active Silence

Posted by Susan Tomes on 15 June 2009 under Concerts, Florestan Trio  •  Leave a comment

We’re just back from the Florestan Festival at Peasmarsh. What an extraordinary thing a festival is. A few hours before the first concert, the church is completely quiet, the country lanes are empty, and you can’t imagine that anyone will really come. You finish the rehearsal feeling almost despondent. All those weeks and months of […]