This evening’s service at St Mary’s was one of quiet contemplation and reflective music. It featured the debut of “Seven Last Words” by Jonathan Rathbone; seven pieces centred around Christ’s last words on the cross. Taking words from Hymns Ancient and Modern, Jonathan wrote seven original pieces of music set for SSA choir. Each piece … Continue reading
The Good Friday Evening Service at St Mary’s will feature the premiere of “The Seven Last Words from the Cross” by Jonathan Rathbone, written for SSA choir, flute, oboe, bass and piano. 7pm, Friday 3rd April, St Mary’s Church, Church End, Walthamstow, E17 4BD. All welcome.
David and I, though we work well together on so many levels, don’t always see eye-to-eye on everything; music is one area in which our tastes intersect in some genres but wildly differ in others. Even in classical music our tastes diverge quite a bit; he isn’t into opera for instance. This evening he’s playing … Continue reading
If you live in London, you may well be aware of the Occupy London campaign which attempted to occupy Paternoster Square in front of the London Stock Exchange. Unable to get access to the square due to a last-minute injunction, they instead began demonstrating in front of St Paul’s Cathedral. Following an attempt by the … Continue reading
I first learned to play the flute in the first year of secondary school. At the open evening for prospective students and their parents, I’d been handed a piece of paper that had a list of musical instruments; I had to tick the one that I wanted to learn how to play. I’d learned recorder … Continue reading
I’m waiting here for my life to change, When the waters stir you can rearrange me. Just one touch is all I need, I’ve nothing much but the wounds I feel, I’m looking for the hand of the miracle man. It’s easier, simpler, to believe when caught up in music. Music has always had a … Continue reading
Relax – Enigma / Silence – Sarah McLachlan Give me release witness me I am outside give me peace Heaven holds a sense of wonder and I wanted to believe that I’d get caught up when the rage in me subsides Passion chokes the flower ’til she cries no more possessing all the beauty hungry … Continue reading