Archive for the ‘Concerts’ Category

Trumpet, my own, blowing

Posted by Susan Tomes on 2 December 2009 under Concerts, Florestan Trio, Reviews  •  Leave a comment

When I got back from Lisbon this afternoon, I looked at my website statistics and saw that an awful lot of people had looked at the website on Saturday while I was away. I realised later that it must have been because of the Guardian’s heart-warming review that day of the Florestan Trio’s Wigmore Hall concert. ‘Every [...]

Watkins Sandwich

Posted by Susan Tomes on 26 November 2009 under Concerts, Florestan Trio, Musings  •  2 Comments

A memorable evening last night at Wigmore Hall. We’ve played in a few less-than-ideal acoustics recently (some too resonant, some too dry) so it was a real pleasure to hear the sound ringing through the air of the Wigmore Hall. Such an acoustic actually makes the performers feel inspired to dig out every last detail, [...]

In the lamplight

Posted by Susan Tomes on 25 November 2009 under Concerts, Daily Life, Florestan Trio, Musings  •  Leave a comment

We went to Cambridge to play a concert in Peterhouse, the oldest and smallest of Cambridge University’s colleges. Our travel plans had gone awry, and we arrived an hour late and a bit agitated. Dusk was falling, and by the time we finished our rehearsal it was dark. We went out for a bite to [...]

Beethoven’s questions

Posted by Susan Tomes on 19 November 2009 under Concerts, Daily Life, Florestan Trio, Musings, Travel  •  Leave a comment

For the past few days the trio has been rehearsing intensively. Over the next ten days we have two concerts at the Bath Mozartfest, a fundraising concert and dinner for the Florestan Trust, a concert at the University of Cambridge, a concert in the Wigmore Hall (with a world premiere), and three concerts in the Gulbenkian [...]

Coughing in concerts

Posted by Susan Tomes on 12 November 2009 under Concerts, Daily Life, Musings  •  3 Comments

The other night, at the theatre, I was amazed by how freely people in the audience were coughing. At one point, the coughs became so frequent that it was like hearing bull-frogs calling to one another at night from different parts of the swamp. I actually started to count the coughs, which was counter-productive because when [...]