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music is taking over my life
Haven’t written anything here (or anywhere else much) for a while, and I blame that pesky singing lark. It has taken over. We are rehearsing Ramirez’s Navidad Nuestra, carols and RTR stuff for Blackheath Halls on the 16th December, end of term concert for Raise the Roof at the Horniman Museum TODAY!!!! 2.30pm, and a…
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Remember
For by my glee might many men have laughed, And of my weeping something had been left, Which must die now. I mean the truth untold, The pity of war, the pity war distilled. Strange Meeting, Wilfred Owen For the past week we have been asked to remember: Remember, Remember the fifth of November Gunpowder…
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Etruscan Smiles at the Estorick Collection
The Estorick’s collected twentieth century Italian art, a period and region I thought I knew nothing about, but there are a couple of Modiglianis, the piercing turquoise gaze and pursed lips of Doctor Francois Brabander standing out in a room of more muted pictures. I did find myself thinking oh yeah Modigliani and moving on.…
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Days Out by Bus at the Estorick Collection
The second of our forays into North London on the lovely Overground; appropriate, since we were heading to an exhibition strong on leisure journeys by public transport. I didn’t know the Estorick Collection existed until A’s walking buddy J handed her a leaflet about their current exhibition of Edward McKnight Kauffer posters, The Poster King. …
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Spooky Serenade
Spent Saturday afternoon at a singing workshop run by Stephen Taberner of the Spooky Men’s Chorale. There were about eighty of us, a high proportion affiliated to Raise the Roof in its various guises, other people I recognised from Sing for Water, and many complete strangers. We started with a physical warm up and relax…
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Feverish Figaro
To the ENO for the Marriage of Figaro last night, with around 20 fellow Onegin chorus members, which added to the entertainment value. We went because Kate Valentine, who sang Tatyana in our production of Eugene Onegin, is singing the Countess, and very relieved we were that she was singing the Countess, as she missed…
Cherry Potts, Writer, Editor, creative writing tutor; Lesbian, cat-mother, would-be singer. Any of these can crop up here.
Cherry Potts, Writer 