Archive for the ‘Florestan Trio’ Category

An equal music?

Posted by Susan Tomes on 3 March 2010 under Concerts, Florestan Trio, Musings  •  3 Comments

A brochure for the South Bank Centre’s ‘International Chamber Music Season 2010/11’ lands on the doormat. My trio has appeared in this series, and the plans are always of interest to me. But when I look at next season’s programmes, I notice disturbing signs of a policy change. Almost half the concerts follow the format […]

No journey to the north

Posted by Susan Tomes on 19 January 2010 under Concerts, Daily Life, Florestan Trio, Travel  •  Leave a comment

I’m supposed to be on a train to the north of England at the moment to perform with the trio at Cockermouth Music Society this evening. But last night our cellist, Richard, phoned to say that he had come down with the winter vomiting bug. There was no way he could travel for hours and […]

Moral Support

Posted by Susan Tomes on 16 January 2010 under Concerts, Florestan Trio, Inspirations  •  Leave a comment

A very busy week ended with a concert and party for the Friends of the Florestan Trio. What a nice thing a Friends’ Organisation is! So much of a musician’s time, especially a pianist’s time, is spent working alone or with just a few other people. It’s easy to lose the sense that anyone out […]

What the microphone hears

Posted by Susan Tomes on 13 January 2010 under Daily Life, Florestan Trio, Musings  •  Leave a comment

Just finished three days of recording in Henry Wood Hall, a converted church in south London. I feel stiff and aching all over, as if a horse has been jumping up and down on me. Recording is such an arduous process! Every time I do it, I wonder why on earth it is that, even though the […]

Silver linings

Posted by Susan Tomes on 11 January 2010 under Florestan Trio, Musings, Travel  •  1 Comment

Sometimes the old saying, ‘every cloud has a silver lining’, seems true. Today my trio was due to start making a record, at a studio in a rural location near the Welsh border. It’s a good four hours’ drive from my house at the best of times. We only agreed to go so far afield because Henry […]