A symphony of delights
Up this morning, and after a pre-Sonia tidy, a spot of work, I zoomed up to London, and travelled to Maida Vale to meet Mum. Had to go on the Backerloo line for a couple of stops, which is one of the noodle thin ones that give me claustrophobia. I managed it, not having done this for a while, and came out and as I was unfeasibly early had some coffee. When Mum came we walked off to the BBC studios there for more music. A long queue which we had to stand in for half an hour or so, chatting. It was a recording of four contemporary British composers. Into the recording studio, which seemed immense and was miked up for the full BBC Symphony Orchestra. For long pieces, the first called Endangered written by Rachel Portman was a bit film music like, and was about endangered species. The second piece by Edwin Rozburgh, Concerto for Piano and Wind Orchestra , was more challenging between a dialogue between a pianist, playing a bazillion notes, and the wind sections of the orches...