Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Trio sonatas and other delights

Oberlin's a tiny place that also happens to hold many of the world's joys. Great libraries, art museum, residents, students -- and visitors. Two recent visitors brought great Baroque music -- with two of my good friends who live here!


If that's enough of a teaser, link over to ClevelandClassical to read more:
Review
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Monday, October 8, 2012

Early Music -- Cleveland

It's astonishing, the wealth of early music performances at a high level in the Cleveland area. There's Oberlin, of course (more soon on that). There's Apollo's Fire, Jeannette Sorrell's prolific 20-year old baby. There's the relative newby, Debra Nagy's Les Délices, specializing in oboe and French music. And now, Burning River Baroque. I'm not sure I'm happy about the name (memories of the OLD Cleveland!), but the group is promising and fun.

My review of their concert this weekend is here, at Cleveland Classical.


Sunday, September 30, 2012

Sunday in London

Three highlights today:

First: Manet (and more) at the Courtauld.



Second: strange sighting of Queen Victoria at Guildhall.




Third: a compressed, intense and fully committed performance of 'the Duchess of Malfi' on fringe theatre. This is the mad duke with his sister the duchess. You don't want to know what he's on about.




Saturday, September 29, 2012

London

Now is the winter of our discontent / Made glorious Sumer by this sun of York.
The sun of England shone today and we were at the Globe to see Richard III, unabashedly rhetorical, performative and thrilling. Mark Rylance as a funny, wheedling, smarmy duke on his way to an unhappy kingship. Things moral and historical, as we know, catch up with him at the end, and what a shame. He's so entertaining to be around!




We sat in the Lords' rooms right over the stage!




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Southwark Cathedral: tombs, history, no pretensions of being St. Paul's. loved it. This is the medieval poet John Gower.


And then, at the site of the Rose Theater, where Marlowe's plays were acted, in a tiny room above the excavated foundations, another strange excavation, the play 'Cardenio' by Shakespeare? fletcher? Who knows? Spoiler: ALL the characters were dead at the end.

This is the underground excavation, the outlines of the original Rose in red lights, lurid and dank like the play.



Tomorrow to fresh woods and pastures new. Well, not actually: another Jacobean tragedy, Duchess of Malfi.