Starfish

Posted by Susan Tomes on 8 January 2018 under Daily Life  •  3 Comments

Yesterday a strange sight greeted us when we went for a Sunday morning walk on Portobello beach.

At first glance we thought the beach was covered in long drifts of pinkish seaweed, extending almost the whole length of the beach. As we got closer we realised with amazement that the pink drifts were composed of starfish – thousands of them. Their colour was fresh and they were intact, but motionless. They lay there as disturbing evidence of some secret mayhem in the sea. We gently tried to move one or two of them, but they didn’t respond in any way. I had heard of starfish washing up on the coast of the US, but never expected to see a similar thing on my local beach.

It made us all feel quite peculiar, to be honest. We had seen the odd starfish on the beach after storms, but had never imagined that there could be so many of them stranded like this. A single starfish can look exotic, but thousands of them looked simply uncanny. As a friend of mine wondered later, why only starfish? Even if there was an unusual Atlantic current sweeping sea creatures towards the shore, why should this event be so species-specific? There were no fish stranded on the beach.

I took a couple of photos of the starfish and tweeted them. Later in the day, BBC Scotland got in touch to ask if they could use my photos on their news website. Oddly enough, it appeared that no professional photographers had been to see the starfish, at least not by that time. So my photos wound up on the BBC news page for Edinburgh and Scotland last night, and here is the link in case you’re interested.

Shiny piano

Posted by Susan Tomes on 29 December 2017 under Inspirations  •  2 Comments

My piano, which I’ve had for almost thirty years, has just come back from a six-month trip to be renovated by Steinway in London. Before you ask, I wasn’t without a piano for the whole of that time: they kindly lent me a very nice Steinway ‘B’ grand to tide me over.

The main reason for the renovation was technical – to upgrade and renew various things inside the piano, and to replace the ivories, which had become old and thin, and were constantly breaking and coming off the key surfaces. Sometimes they splintered as I was playing, launching little shards of ivory at me with alarming velocity.

As the piano would probably never be going to London again for this kind of renovation, it was suggested I could take the opportunity to have the casework restored while they were at it. The piano’s black wooden case had become quite damaged over the years – by sun bleaching the side of it, and by me foolishly keeping heavy pot plants on the lid without realising that moisture was seeping through to the wood. Truth be told, it had become the piano equivalent of a moth-eaten old teddy bear, loved by its owner but possibly not by anyone else. I decided to bite the bullet and have the casework restored using a high-tech process which coats the wood in multiple thin layers of black polyester.

When the piano came back after its makeover I hardly recognised it. It looks sensational (see photo). The case now has what the Great British BakeOff has taught us to call a ‘mirror glaze’, the look of perfectly tempered dark chocolate. This part of the renovation is purely cosmetic, of course, and makes no difference to the sound, but it is very effective. Everyone who’s seen it has been dazzled. And then they have turned to me and said, ‘No more pot plants on the lid!’

A piano in every Victorian home …

Posted by Susan Tomes on 7 December 2017 under Books, Musings  •  Leave a comment

I’ve been reading ‘Tales and Travels of a School Inspector‘ by John Wilson, an account of travelling round the Highlands and Islands of Scotland in the Victorian era, in the years after the groundbreaking 1872 Education Act which gave every child between the ages of 5 and 10 the right to schooling. If the children concerned did not live near enough a school that one could reasonably require them to get there each day, then schooling had to come to them. Many little one- or two-room schools sprung up around Scotland, and inspectors were dispatched at intervals to check that education was being adequately delivered. To get to those schools the inspectors had to be resourceful, often travelling by cart, by boat, by horse, or wading through deep snow.  They often had to stay overnight in farmhouses and manses if there were no inns.

In the course of his work, John Wilson travelled to remote parts of Scotland including Orkney and Lewis. His recollections contain many startling vignettes of life in the last decades of the 19th century and the first of the 20th century.

For example, he writes of inspecting a tiny school ‘in an outlandish corner of a large island’ where the only schoolmistress was a young woman coping gallantly with an isolated geographical and social situation. After the inspector’s examination of her school pupils, ‘she invited me into her house, where she lived alone, for a cup of tea. This I was only too glad to accept… While I waited in the semi-furnished room, with not even the piano which one would have expected to find in such depressing circumstances, she busied herself in the kitchen, alternately whistling and singing.’

I was brought up short by the phrase, ‘with not even the piano which one would have expected to find in such depressing circumstances.‘ It seemed to suggest that a hundred years ago, even in the humble home of a rural schoolteacher, one would naturally have expected to see a piano. How times have changed!

Different attitudes to the artist’s mental processes

Posted by Susan Tomes on 27 November 2017 under Concerts, Daily Life, Musings  •  4 Comments

Today I was at a major exhibition, ‘Ages of Wonder – Scottish Art from 1540 to now‘ at the Royal Scottish Academy of Art in Edinburgh (it’s free, and very enjoyable).

As I went round, reading the plaques which explained the artworks, I was struck by how often they referred to ‘the artist’s practice’ and what fed into it … what working methods, new technology, which journeys, what personal travails had influenced particular works.

Taking this theme further, they had re-created an artist’s working studio, brought print-making equipment into the gallery, and shown us a life drawing class with unfinished pictures waiting on easels to be continued (I missed the hours when the artists were actually there). There was a historic video of Joseph Beuys taking a road trip across Scotland, the wobbly view from the car window evidently being considered worthy of record because of what it might reveal about the sights and sounds which impacted on his artistic imagination.

I tried to think whether there was anything quite comparable in my field, but couldn’t. This must be partly because many classical musicians don’t originate the music we play, so our relationship to ‘the work’ is less direct. Nevertheless we do tangle with the pieces we play for long periods before we perform them in public. We are, after all, bringing the music to life. But has anyone shown an interest in what I might have been reading or thinking about when learning this or that piece? Have they wanted to video my practice sessions so that they could produce a time-lapse collage of ‘developing ideas’? Wanted to re-create my practice room with exactly the right volumes of music piled up on the piano, to show what else I was working on at the time, and what brand of coffee was in that mug on the mantelpiece? Alas, no.

It often seems quite random how artforms have such different preoccupations. In the visual arts the artist’s mental processes are of deep significance. In the world of classical music, by contrast, we are taught to shut the door firmly on the studio and ensure that all our preparatory work is swept up and disposed of. Why so different, I wonder?

Herald review of Milngavie 75th anniversary concert

Posted by Susan Tomes on 13 November 2017 under Concerts, Reviews  •  Leave a comment

Four stars from The Herald today for my Glasgow concert with Jamie MacDougall and the Maxwell Quartet, marking the 75th anniversary of Milngavie Music Club with a very special programme:

‘To mark the club’s 75th birthday, current president Hugh Macdonald introduced a programme derived from a weekend in 1953 when Benjamin Britten, Peter Pears and the Amadeus Quartet played Haydn, Schumann and Vaughan Williams. Back then I am sure that Milngavie would not have been able to look so close to home to find musicians of the calibre of pianist Susan Tomes, tenor Jamie MacDougall and the Maxwell Quartet – the latter hot-foot from winning the Trondheim International Chamber Music Competition. … Vaughan Williams’ song cycle ‘On Wenlock Edge’ was a first for both players and singer, although you would never have guessed it from the commanding performance.

‘…Schumann’s brilliant Piano Quintet from 1842 – by common consent the composer at the height of his powers – has just as eloquent a dialogue. Alongside the dynamic playing of Tomes, the beautiful tone of cellist Duncan Strachan had starring role here, on the journey to a Scherzo that is a delight just on its own and a a final Allegro that is as eloquent an expression of his creativity – and the inspiration of his wife, Clara – as the composer ever achieved.’