The Bard of Tysoe: Beethoven

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Tuesday, 25 July 2017

Beethoven – from page to stage (and beyond…)

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Introduction As the title of this post indicates, it chronicles a journey through and around one piece of living, breathing music – in th...

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Saturday, 3 June 2017

Aqui está encerrada el alma de .....

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Yesterday was Elgar’s 160th birthday ; and I was in need of a big dose of some of the big man’s big music. Fortunately (despite my friend ...

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Tuesday, 5 July 2016

He marched them up to the top of the hill…

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Although billed simply as a concert of “Family Classics”, Sunday afternoon’s performance by the Cheltenham Symphony Orchestra at Pitt...

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The Bard of Tysoe: Copeland, Cumbria, United Kingdom; Originally an amateur musician… — yet having worked in IT and marketing communication for a quarter of a century — both as manager and consultant; as well as writing for the Guardian… — the Bard retired for medical reasons; and now devotes his life to keeping as healthy as possible by putting one foot in front of another (badly, but semi-frequently); watching the world, with all its vagaries, go by (in great puzzlement); capturing what he sees (in words and pictures); and trying to leave a trail of happiness in his wake. What matters most to him are beauty, truth, cats, and fairness — in whatever myriad forms they occur — and he despises inequality, greed, fascists, and hate. His favourite occupation is thinking; and he was (therefore) — for a handful of years — the Orchestra of the Swan’s ‘writer in reticence’. You are now, though, most likely to encounter him staring into space, with a thoughtful grin beneath his wonted hat and dark glasses, walking stick in hand, somewhere in the quieter parts of the Northern, North Western, and Western Fells of Lakeland. (He resembles nothing so much as a badly-dressed Herdwick.)

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