The Bard of Tysoe

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Sunday, 30 April 2017

O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave…

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You have to have a lot of faith in an orchestra to open proceedings with something as challenging as Copland’s Appalachian Spring suite. Th...

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Faith, I’ll bear no base mind…

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It is seven months and six days since I last donned my fervent walking boots and headed out of the front door in search of the spiritua...

Friday, 14 April 2017

Once More, with Feeling…!

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Before you is something of a duality: firstly, it is one of the greatest chamber orchestras in existence; secondly, it is a group of twenty-...

Tuesday, 11 April 2017

There is no passion to be found playing small…

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Two tantalizing prospects lured me to last night’s concert… – that of seeing and hearing the Orchestra of the Swan with a change of conducto...

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Weaver of moonbeams…

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Ahead of his two concerts – in Stratford-upon-Avon and Birmingham , conducting Orchestra of the Swan with this year’s Associate Artist, c...

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EVERYTHING YOU WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT THE BARD BUT WERE AFRAID TO ASK:

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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