Well, it has been rather a surreal day.
Robin set off early to drive down to London.
Those following Twitter yesterday will have seen that we did in fact try to purchase a train ticket.
After a frustrating time 'on line' we discovered that we would have to pay one part of the journey twice, just to collect the tickets...
As the cost was already nearing that of a small sized family car, a quick visit to the railway station followed.
The surly man at the desk assured us that it was indeed possible to get from Manchester to London, but he couldn't guarantee getting home again....
What! We're talking two major cities here.
To cut a long story short, Robin got up early this morning and drove instead.
He has had a successful rehearsal with Izzy Cooper and is particularly pleased with the Villa Lobos and Manuel de Falla arrangements he has been working so hard on recently.
Meanwhile here at Hillhouse I made an innocent comment on Twitter about son number two wanting to make a time machine.
From this I have received advice on black holes and wormholes, made new friends, and it appears that my progress has been followed as far afield as Michigan, where an order has already been placed if successful in my quest.
Well, I can report that it has been an extremely successful day.
Our time machine is complete.
So far we have travelled to the Jurassic period, met pirates on the high seas, a cyberman (Dr Who style) and Alien Spacemen, which were obviously from the future.
The patent is pending, but as you are such a trustworthy lot out there in the blogosphere, I shall let you into our secret.
Requirements:
1 plastic bucket - large
lots of paper
lots of sellotape
crayons
plastic poles
and most importantly, the mindset of a 5 year old.
As for my order, my Twitter friend, Ari in Michigan, the cost, well I'm afraid it's priceless.
And if you think I've lost my mind now, just wait until you read my ramblings after another 5 1/2 weeks of school holidays...
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Nigel Kennedy Proms 2008 - Monocle Poppin' Innit?
Thank you to the BBC.
Last night we were treated to the recording of Nigel Kennedy's performance at the BBC Proms 2008.
It proved to be an oasis in the cultural void that is television today.
What a pleasure to see Kennedy perform Elgar's Violin Concerto with the passion, mastery and skill of the true virtuoso that he is.
His ability to engage not only the audience, but also the BBC Concert Orchestra, shows the mutual respect that was justly deserved.
As if one concerto wasn't enough, Kennedy then went on to play with his Polish Jazz Quintet, proving once again that he is a true maestro.
I have said many times on this blog that it is rare for a classical musician to play convincingly in other genres, but Kennedy is one of those rare musicians.
The fact that he had just played Elgar brilliantly, emphasised the quality of his musicianship, and only added to the quintet's kudos and gravitas.
It is always such a delight to observe any musician when so engrossed in his music, whether Elgar or his own compositions, and on this occasion Nigel Kennedy did the world a huge favour with these inspired performances.
Jeff Beck's playing was truly fantastic, and, with the addition of Kennedy's version of 'Third Stone from the Sun' also being performed, (I don't recall ever previously hearing Jimi Hendrix's music at the Proms), it was a hugely refreshing change.
People like Nigel Kennedy are extremely rare.
We should cherish those with such ability and allow them to grow and develop.
Last night we were treated to the recording of Nigel Kennedy's performance at the BBC Proms 2008.
It proved to be an oasis in the cultural void that is television today.
What a pleasure to see Kennedy perform Elgar's Violin Concerto with the passion, mastery and skill of the true virtuoso that he is.
His ability to engage not only the audience, but also the BBC Concert Orchestra, shows the mutual respect that was justly deserved.
As if one concerto wasn't enough, Kennedy then went on to play with his Polish Jazz Quintet, proving once again that he is a true maestro.
I have said many times on this blog that it is rare for a classical musician to play convincingly in other genres, but Kennedy is one of those rare musicians.
The fact that he had just played Elgar brilliantly, emphasised the quality of his musicianship, and only added to the quintet's kudos and gravitas.
It is always such a delight to observe any musician when so engrossed in his music, whether Elgar or his own compositions, and on this occasion Nigel Kennedy did the world a huge favour with these inspired performances.
Jeff Beck's playing was truly fantastic, and, with the addition of Kennedy's version of 'Third Stone from the Sun' also being performed, (I don't recall ever previously hearing Jimi Hendrix's music at the Proms), it was a hugely refreshing change.
People like Nigel Kennedy are extremely rare.
We should cherish those with such ability and allow them to grow and develop.
Friday, July 25, 2008
2 Years of Blogging
Happy second birthday to 'Life of a Musician'.
We seem to have come a long way since the first blog two years ago and I have certainly been on a very sharp learning curve in this time.
A few statistics for you:
Today will be the 597th post, which I'm sure you will agree, is a lot of writing!
In the past year alone we have had nearly 19 000 page views, with approximately 1000 pages read each month.
Then we entered the MySpace terrain and in only a few months have built up a considerable list of 'friends' and have already had over 2700 profile views.
Twitter has been equally as active, with 93 regular followers and 838 updates at the time of writing.
We may be low on the 'links', by which a lot of blogs judge themselves, but the amount of regular readers we have more than compensates for that in my mind.
We will be releasing the 4th CD on CD Baby in just a few weeks time, so I think you will agree that it has been a busy 12 months.
I've enjoyed the past year and there have been many exciting things happening along the way. Lets hope the next 12 months prove equally productive.
Many thanks to you all, from all parts of the world, for following the life of this particular musician so far...
We seem to have come a long way since the first blog two years ago and I have certainly been on a very sharp learning curve in this time.
A few statistics for you:
Today will be the 597th post, which I'm sure you will agree, is a lot of writing!
In the past year alone we have had nearly 19 000 page views, with approximately 1000 pages read each month.
Then we entered the MySpace terrain and in only a few months have built up a considerable list of 'friends' and have already had over 2700 profile views.
Twitter has been equally as active, with 93 regular followers and 838 updates at the time of writing.
We may be low on the 'links', by which a lot of blogs judge themselves, but the amount of regular readers we have more than compensates for that in my mind.
We will be releasing the 4th CD on CD Baby in just a few weeks time, so I think you will agree that it has been a busy 12 months.
I've enjoyed the past year and there have been many exciting things happening along the way. Lets hope the next 12 months prove equally productive.
Many thanks to you all, from all parts of the world, for following the life of this particular musician so far...
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Life's Little Instruction Book
Back in 1992 Robin gave me a present.
It was a book written by H.Jackson Brown,Jr. called, 'Life's Little Instruction Book'.
The idea was a simple one.
The author wanted to write a few thoughts and general observations to pass onto his son as he left home to attend college.
Instead of just a few points, the collection grew into, "511 suggestions, observations, and reminders on how to live a happy and rewarding life."
It's a beautiful concept, and one that all parents should consider, to hand onto their offspring at the appropriate time.
We have referred to it many times in the intervening years and in fact incorporated many of the points into our daily lives.
But there is one entry that has caused us great mirth and a sense of well being on many occasions.
If you already have the book, then it's No. 491. If you don't own a copy, then I suggest you purchase one.
However, No. 491 states, 'Make someone's day by paying the toll for the person in the car behind you.'
This in particular appealed to Robin's sense of humour, and we have used it on many occasions over the years.
It generally works something like this:
You pull up at the toll station, choosing the manned option.
You then pay your own fee and add, "and this is for my friend in the car behind."
Generally all other passengers in the car start to squirm at this point.
We have never been questioned further, presumably the operator just assumes we are travelling in tandem.
As you pull off, be sure to watch the next car, as it arrives at the booth.
They try to pay their fee, and are told, "your friend has paid for you."
This causes a great deal of confusion as the unsuspecting car behind you tries to explain that they have no idea who you are.
Meanwhile, we are all rolling around laughing and speculating on the conversation that ensues in the following vehicle as they try to understand what has occurred.
Try it, not only does it pass the time on a long journey, but you are also left feeling virtuous for doing a good deed for a complete stranger.
It was a book written by H.Jackson Brown,Jr. called, 'Life's Little Instruction Book'.
The idea was a simple one.
The author wanted to write a few thoughts and general observations to pass onto his son as he left home to attend college.
Instead of just a few points, the collection grew into, "511 suggestions, observations, and reminders on how to live a happy and rewarding life."
It's a beautiful concept, and one that all parents should consider, to hand onto their offspring at the appropriate time.
We have referred to it many times in the intervening years and in fact incorporated many of the points into our daily lives.
But there is one entry that has caused us great mirth and a sense of well being on many occasions.
If you already have the book, then it's No. 491. If you don't own a copy, then I suggest you purchase one.
However, No. 491 states, 'Make someone's day by paying the toll for the person in the car behind you.'
This in particular appealed to Robin's sense of humour, and we have used it on many occasions over the years.
It generally works something like this:
You pull up at the toll station, choosing the manned option.
You then pay your own fee and add, "and this is for my friend in the car behind."
Generally all other passengers in the car start to squirm at this point.
We have never been questioned further, presumably the operator just assumes we are travelling in tandem.
As you pull off, be sure to watch the next car, as it arrives at the booth.
They try to pay their fee, and are told, "your friend has paid for you."
This causes a great deal of confusion as the unsuspecting car behind you tries to explain that they have no idea who you are.
Meanwhile, we are all rolling around laughing and speculating on the conversation that ensues in the following vehicle as they try to understand what has occurred.
Try it, not only does it pass the time on a long journey, but you are also left feeling virtuous for doing a good deed for a complete stranger.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Nigel Kennedy - Running on Pure Adrenalin
As Nigel Kennedy prepares to perform Elgar's Violin Concerto tonight at the BBC Proms 2008 you can be assured that he won't have ingested any prescribed medication to combat nerves prior to his concert.
However, what he does after the performance, in order to relax, may be a different matter.
This point was recently highlighted in many newspapers and blogs.
One example was in The Guardian blog with a post from the American oboist, journalist and author of 'Mozart in the Jungle', Blair Tindall.
Apparently Kennedy is against musicians taking prescribed drugs for stage fright, but not adverse to occasional cannabis use.
This whole topic reminded me of a post I ran almost a year ago which looked at Robin's views of the use of beta blockers to combat nerves, 'Sex, Drugs and Classical Music.'
So, apart from the cannabis, I think we fall into the same camp as Nigel Kennedy, which I must say isn't a bad place to be.
I'm actually far more concerned that I will only be able to hear his performance at the proms tonight on Radio 3, and not see it on any of the available television stations, despite huge coverage in the media....
However, what he does after the performance, in order to relax, may be a different matter.
This point was recently highlighted in many newspapers and blogs.
One example was in The Guardian blog with a post from the American oboist, journalist and author of 'Mozart in the Jungle', Blair Tindall.
Apparently Kennedy is against musicians taking prescribed drugs for stage fright, but not adverse to occasional cannabis use.
This whole topic reminded me of a post I ran almost a year ago which looked at Robin's views of the use of beta blockers to combat nerves, 'Sex, Drugs and Classical Music.'
So, apart from the cannabis, I think we fall into the same camp as Nigel Kennedy, which I must say isn't a bad place to be.
I'm actually far more concerned that I will only be able to hear his performance at the proms tonight on Radio 3, and not see it on any of the available television stations, despite huge coverage in the media....
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Uriah Heep, Jon Hiseman's Colosseum and the Naked Drummer
A local radio station prompted an old friend to call today.
For some reason the station were reminiscing about the band Uriah Heep and a concert they performed back in 1971.
They asked anyone listening with memories of the event to get in touch.
Our friend, Pete Hilton, remembered the occasion well, as he was there, with Robin, playing in a band on the same bill.
The band was 'Spring', and they went on stage before Uriah Heep.
I was intrigued, so looked up Uriah Heep's site, you can see it here.
Sure enough, if you go to their gigs list, click 1971, then on August 29th the very concert is listed, Kendal Festival.
It was quite a night, as after 'Spring', Jon Hiseman later went on with 'Colosseum'.
Neither Robin nor Pete Hilton were able to recall much of events of the evening. Whether that was the passage of time, it was 37 years ago, or whether it was the excesses of the night, (it was after all a rock festival) I haven't yet established.
However, they did both remember being on the same bill as Uriah Heep on another occasion in which the drummer did the entire set naked.
I should add that Spring didn't follow suit...or should I say without suit or in birthday suits.....
For some reason the station were reminiscing about the band Uriah Heep and a concert they performed back in 1971.
They asked anyone listening with memories of the event to get in touch.
Our friend, Pete Hilton, remembered the occasion well, as he was there, with Robin, playing in a band on the same bill.
The band was 'Spring', and they went on stage before Uriah Heep.
I was intrigued, so looked up Uriah Heep's site, you can see it here.
Sure enough, if you go to their gigs list, click 1971, then on August 29th the very concert is listed, Kendal Festival.
It was quite a night, as after 'Spring', Jon Hiseman later went on with 'Colosseum'.
Neither Robin nor Pete Hilton were able to recall much of events of the evening. Whether that was the passage of time, it was 37 years ago, or whether it was the excesses of the night, (it was after all a rock festival) I haven't yet established.
However, they did both remember being on the same bill as Uriah Heep on another occasion in which the drummer did the entire set naked.
I should add that Spring didn't follow suit...or should I say without suit or in birthday suits.....
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Shame (Flute) about the African Nose Trumpet
I haven't as yet been able to establish why, but in the last few days there have been a number of new visitors here from America, all arriving at the same page.
They found their way to a post I ran back in October 2007, called, The Shame Flute, which you can read here.
Whether there has recently been a radio or T.V. programme featuring the said flute, I'm not sure, but whatever the source, the interest has spanned from coast to coast.
But I am very pleased to welcome all new visitors and hope you enjoy the Hillhouse experience!
This got me thinking about unusual and interesting facts connected to instruments, so, I did a bit of research.
Did you know, for example, that the flutes used by Inca chieftains were made from the arms and shinbones of their captured foes?
Worth remembering next time you happen to be asked to play one.
Or that drums on the island of Timor are carved in the shape of a human torso, because an ancient tribal hero could imitate the sound of the drum by thumping his chest.
Finally, that the national instrument of Polynesia is the nose flute, which is played with one nostril.
This last point reminds me of a rather harrowing time our eldest child recently had.
He was being interviewed for a place at senior school, by the headmaster.
This, as you can imagine, is a stressful situation for an 11 year old, especially when shown an unusual object and asked to guess what it was.
Poor son was at a complete loss.
He'd never seen the item before, and correctly surmised that he was being tested on his lateral thinking.
After much examination, and soul searching, he still had no idea, so decided to try injecting a little humour.
"It's an African nose trumpet," he declared.
Their was no response from the headmaster, and I spent the next few days reassuring son number one, that his response had been acceptable given his family background. (By that I mean musical and not raving mad...)
Anyway, he starts at the school in September, so I assume he either guessed correctly, and the item was in fact an African nose trumpet, or, and more likely, the head 'overlooked' the attempt at humour and dismissed it as youthful high spirits...
They found their way to a post I ran back in October 2007, called, The Shame Flute, which you can read here.
Whether there has recently been a radio or T.V. programme featuring the said flute, I'm not sure, but whatever the source, the interest has spanned from coast to coast.
But I am very pleased to welcome all new visitors and hope you enjoy the Hillhouse experience!
This got me thinking about unusual and interesting facts connected to instruments, so, I did a bit of research.
Did you know, for example, that the flutes used by Inca chieftains were made from the arms and shinbones of their captured foes?
Worth remembering next time you happen to be asked to play one.
Or that drums on the island of Timor are carved in the shape of a human torso, because an ancient tribal hero could imitate the sound of the drum by thumping his chest.
Finally, that the national instrument of Polynesia is the nose flute, which is played with one nostril.
This last point reminds me of a rather harrowing time our eldest child recently had.
He was being interviewed for a place at senior school, by the headmaster.
This, as you can imagine, is a stressful situation for an 11 year old, especially when shown an unusual object and asked to guess what it was.
Poor son was at a complete loss.
He'd never seen the item before, and correctly surmised that he was being tested on his lateral thinking.
After much examination, and soul searching, he still had no idea, so decided to try injecting a little humour.
"It's an African nose trumpet," he declared.
Their was no response from the headmaster, and I spent the next few days reassuring son number one, that his response had been acceptable given his family background. (By that I mean musical and not raving mad...)
Anyway, he starts at the school in September, so I assume he either guessed correctly, and the item was in fact an African nose trumpet, or, and more likely, the head 'overlooked' the attempt at humour and dismissed it as youthful high spirits...
Monday, July 14, 2008
A Song, A Soprano, and A Book
Where's Izzy Cooper when you need her?
Robin is currently working on a few arrangements for the concerts in August.
They are sounding great, but there is a problem.
He keeps seeking me out, and asking me, to sing the soprano part.
The problem is, I'm not a singer.
By any stretch of the imagination, I am not a singer.
I'd love to be a singer, and have tried recording various songs of Robin's, over the years.
And he has always, very patiently, manned the recording equipment, before playing back the 'take', and trying to disguise the nervous tick that starts to develop.
But I am trained to observe, and I also have ears.
I can hear that I am no singer.
I can also see the flicker of pain as it crosses the sensitive musician's face.
That's OK though, we got past all that years ago.
So today, as he asks me to sing some parts for him, he is under no illusions, and neither am I.
Basically we are checking that the notes are all in the right places...
The children have escaped to another room and the dogs have their paws over their ears.
Actually, I'm doing myself an injustice.
I'm not that bad, as non-professional singers go, I'm OK.
But Robin has spent parts of his career working with some incredible singers, Pavarotti, Russell Watson, Madeline Bell, etc.
So my 'singing round the house' style just can't compete.
Luckily, I'm not trying to make a living out of it.
I have however just completed a book.
A whole book, from start to finish, written.
I still have some editing to do, and the small matter of getting an agent and publisher, but I won't let that spoil the mood.
It's not everyone that can say they have written a book...
Robin is currently working on a few arrangements for the concerts in August.
They are sounding great, but there is a problem.
He keeps seeking me out, and asking me, to sing the soprano part.
The problem is, I'm not a singer.
By any stretch of the imagination, I am not a singer.
I'd love to be a singer, and have tried recording various songs of Robin's, over the years.
And he has always, very patiently, manned the recording equipment, before playing back the 'take', and trying to disguise the nervous tick that starts to develop.
But I am trained to observe, and I also have ears.
I can hear that I am no singer.
I can also see the flicker of pain as it crosses the sensitive musician's face.
That's OK though, we got past all that years ago.
So today, as he asks me to sing some parts for him, he is under no illusions, and neither am I.
Basically we are checking that the notes are all in the right places...
The children have escaped to another room and the dogs have their paws over their ears.
Actually, I'm doing myself an injustice.
I'm not that bad, as non-professional singers go, I'm OK.
But Robin has spent parts of his career working with some incredible singers, Pavarotti, Russell Watson, Madeline Bell, etc.
So my 'singing round the house' style just can't compete.
Luckily, I'm not trying to make a living out of it.
I have however just completed a book.
A whole book, from start to finish, written.
I still have some editing to do, and the small matter of getting an agent and publisher, but I won't let that spoil the mood.
It's not everyone that can say they have written a book...
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Guitarists and Their B****y Nails
I have certainly neglected you all over the last week but there hasn't been a lot to report, other than nail issues....
Robin has been doing a lot of travelling this year, involving many concerts.
As all guitarists know, and also any non-guitarists who follow this blog, guitarists are completely at the mercy of the quality of their nails.
It's a constant battle to keep the nails of the right hand in an acceptable condition to stand up to the rigours of performing.
The vicious circle of super glue, silk wrap and acetone really do take their toll.
The underlying nail becomes damaged and weakened, resulting in further use of super glue, silk wrap and acetone....etc. etc.
There comes a point when the nails have to be rested and allowed to recover.
But this isn't easy.
With the next concert is looming on the horizon practice has to be done.
There's also the constant need to learn new material, and in this particular month, there is a lot to learn.
The concert in August with Izzy Cooper requires arrangements to be made, and then learnt.
Hopefully, later this month they will also be able to get together, and play through some of the pieces.
But first, Robin has had to rest his nails.
It really is the only time this year that he can completely stop playing, only for a few days, and allow them to recover.
So the glue is off.
The silk wraps are off.
And therefore the acetone isn't needed.
He is religiously applying various lotions and potions in an attempt to rehydrate the battle worn nails, so they will be in a good condition to return to duty for the forthcoming bookings.
As you can imagine this is actually a rather stressful process for Robin.
Not only is he concerned about the upkeep of his nails, but also he misses playing the guitar.
The only saving grace has been the mandolin.
Fortunately, the mandolin is played with a pick, so no nails are required.
Consequently, as you will have read on the tweets, we are hearing a lot of rather nice mandolin playing.
Mind you, it's a good job it hasn't been sunny.
If I hear 'O Sole Mio' one more time, I will just have to go out and buy an ice cream...
Robin has been doing a lot of travelling this year, involving many concerts.
As all guitarists know, and also any non-guitarists who follow this blog, guitarists are completely at the mercy of the quality of their nails.
It's a constant battle to keep the nails of the right hand in an acceptable condition to stand up to the rigours of performing.
The vicious circle of super glue, silk wrap and acetone really do take their toll.
The underlying nail becomes damaged and weakened, resulting in further use of super glue, silk wrap and acetone....etc. etc.
There comes a point when the nails have to be rested and allowed to recover.
But this isn't easy.
With the next concert is looming on the horizon practice has to be done.
There's also the constant need to learn new material, and in this particular month, there is a lot to learn.
The concert in August with Izzy Cooper requires arrangements to be made, and then learnt.
Hopefully, later this month they will also be able to get together, and play through some of the pieces.
But first, Robin has had to rest his nails.
It really is the only time this year that he can completely stop playing, only for a few days, and allow them to recover.
So the glue is off.
The silk wraps are off.
And therefore the acetone isn't needed.
He is religiously applying various lotions and potions in an attempt to rehydrate the battle worn nails, so they will be in a good condition to return to duty for the forthcoming bookings.
As you can imagine this is actually a rather stressful process for Robin.
Not only is he concerned about the upkeep of his nails, but also he misses playing the guitar.
The only saving grace has been the mandolin.
Fortunately, the mandolin is played with a pick, so no nails are required.
Consequently, as you will have read on the tweets, we are hearing a lot of rather nice mandolin playing.
Mind you, it's a good job it hasn't been sunny.
If I hear 'O Sole Mio' one more time, I will just have to go out and buy an ice cream...
Monday, July 07, 2008
The Case of the Missing Key
We had one of those weekends that just seemed to go in a blur.
The school term ended with sports day, which was a great event and we were lucky with the weather.
It was very nice to spend some time with friends chatting and enjoying the day, whilst cheering on the excited schoolboys.
However, on our return home, the mood rapidly changed.
The key to the music room was lost.
We looked everywhere. All pockets of all 4 family members. Everywhere.
The last person to have it was Robin.
He'd locked the music room, put the key in his pocket, and then gone off to the school playing fields.
Logical next step was of course to retrace his steps.
How hard can it be to find one small silver key in the vast expanse of the school grounds?
Funnily enough we had been joking earlier about getting a bloodhound puppy.
Now was the time we needed its sniffer dog skills.
Our two Labradors aren't up to the task.
They may be good at retrieving sticks, but even they on occasions run in the wrong direction, and we have to go and get the stick ourselves...
So, after 1/2 hour pouring over the beautifully manicured fields of school, Robin returned frustrated and angry.
Everything he needed was in the room.
Tantalizingly close but beyond reach.
After trying to pick the lock for a while I conceded defeat and we called a locksmith.
Whilst we waited I tried a few quotes to calm the situation, and started with Bertrand Russell:
"To be without some of the things you want is an indispensable part of happiness"
That didn't go down to well.
So I tried humour, a quote from the American humorist Russel Baker:
"Inanimate objects are classified scientifically into three major categories - those that don't work, those that break down and those that get lost."
OK, in retrospect it possibly wasn't one of my better ideas. But fortunately we were saved by the arrival of the locksmith, who had a huge bunch of keys and worked his way through them until finding one that fit.
Whilst relieved to have regained entry to the music room I do find it rather worrying that there are people out there with keys to your home...
Our elation didn't last long when he informed us that his call out fee went up at 4pm. The time at this stage was around 5 o'clock...
As the rant continued from Robin about the cost of the missing key I decided to keep the next quote to myself:
"The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook." William James
And that was just Friday...
The school term ended with sports day, which was a great event and we were lucky with the weather.
It was very nice to spend some time with friends chatting and enjoying the day, whilst cheering on the excited schoolboys.
However, on our return home, the mood rapidly changed.
The key to the music room was lost.
We looked everywhere. All pockets of all 4 family members. Everywhere.
The last person to have it was Robin.
He'd locked the music room, put the key in his pocket, and then gone off to the school playing fields.
Logical next step was of course to retrace his steps.
How hard can it be to find one small silver key in the vast expanse of the school grounds?
Funnily enough we had been joking earlier about getting a bloodhound puppy.
Now was the time we needed its sniffer dog skills.
Our two Labradors aren't up to the task.
They may be good at retrieving sticks, but even they on occasions run in the wrong direction, and we have to go and get the stick ourselves...
So, after 1/2 hour pouring over the beautifully manicured fields of school, Robin returned frustrated and angry.
Everything he needed was in the room.
Tantalizingly close but beyond reach.
After trying to pick the lock for a while I conceded defeat and we called a locksmith.
Whilst we waited I tried a few quotes to calm the situation, and started with Bertrand Russell:
"To be without some of the things you want is an indispensable part of happiness"
That didn't go down to well.
So I tried humour, a quote from the American humorist Russel Baker:
"Inanimate objects are classified scientifically into three major categories - those that don't work, those that break down and those that get lost."
OK, in retrospect it possibly wasn't one of my better ideas. But fortunately we were saved by the arrival of the locksmith, who had a huge bunch of keys and worked his way through them until finding one that fit.
Whilst relieved to have regained entry to the music room I do find it rather worrying that there are people out there with keys to your home...
Our elation didn't last long when he informed us that his call out fee went up at 4pm. The time at this stage was around 5 o'clock...
As the rant continued from Robin about the cost of the missing key I decided to keep the next quote to myself:
"The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook." William James
And that was just Friday...
Friday, July 04, 2008
Google Searches for the Guitar?
The sound of the first movement of the 'Concierto de Aranjuez' continues to echo around the house.
So whilst Robin immerses himself in the music I decided to prepare a little 'Google search' entertainment for you, to help ease you all into the weekend.
These unusual Google searches have proved popular on the occasions that I have included them, resulting in a number of emails expressing amusement.
So, here are a few more.
For those unfamiliar with the system, these are a few of the latest batch of searches that have found there way to this blog, occasionally by very strange and devious routes.
Often the link to the classical guitar appears rather tenuous, but amazingly, I have actually found some of the pages the unknown searcher landed on.
For example, 'name tapes for socks' arrived here.
'spilt nail varnish remover', here.
'George Bush eyebrows', here.
'Barbirolli Marriage of Figaro boiled egg', here.
But then the person enquiring about 'guitar socks' could have ended up on one of two pages, this one, or, this one.
However, there are always a few that I never really know where they ended up:
- musicians who practice too much (always)
- can musicians have children (what!)
- robin hill murders (!!!)
- top 10 hills in India
One of my favourites:
- one day I pay the hills (yes please, whoever you are!)
So whilst Robin immerses himself in the music I decided to prepare a little 'Google search' entertainment for you, to help ease you all into the weekend.
These unusual Google searches have proved popular on the occasions that I have included them, resulting in a number of emails expressing amusement.
So, here are a few more.
For those unfamiliar with the system, these are a few of the latest batch of searches that have found there way to this blog, occasionally by very strange and devious routes.
Often the link to the classical guitar appears rather tenuous, but amazingly, I have actually found some of the pages the unknown searcher landed on.
For example, 'name tapes for socks' arrived here.
'spilt nail varnish remover', here.
'George Bush eyebrows', here.
'Barbirolli Marriage of Figaro boiled egg', here.
But then the person enquiring about 'guitar socks' could have ended up on one of two pages, this one, or, this one.
However, there are always a few that I never really know where they ended up:
- musicians who practice too much (always)
- can musicians have children (what!)
- robin hill murders (!!!)
- top 10 hills in India
One of my favourites:
- one day I pay the hills (yes please, whoever you are!)
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Rodrigo and Steely Dan 'Aja'
We listen to a lot of music here at Hillhouse.
Currently we are alternating between two very different styles.
As I have mentioned, Robin is performing the 'Concierto de Aranjuez' next year.
Part of the preparation involves listening to many different interpretations.
So when I can't hear Robin playing through the piece himself, or working on parts of it, then I frequently hear recordings by various artists.
Robin does, of course, have his own interpretation, but it's always good to hear others performances.
But it's not all work.
We are also revisiting one of the best albums ever made, 'Aja' by Steely Dan.
We have listened to this album for many years, but on one of Robin's recent trips abroad, he happened to come across a documentary about the making of Aja, which offered a wonderful insight into this remarkable recording.
Although released in 1977, Donald Fagen and Walter Becker created a classic album which sounds as fresh today as it did 31 years ago.
This is due not only to the incredible quality of composition and intelligent lyrics, but also to featuring some of the greatest session players around.
Joe Sample, Wayne Shorter , Steve Gadd and Tom Scott, to name but a few.
If you are unfamiliar with the 'Aja' album, then I strongly recommend that you get yourself a copy immediately.
Meanwhile, we shall continue to alternate between Rodrigo and Steely Dan. Not a bad backdrop to my work.
Currently we are alternating between two very different styles.
As I have mentioned, Robin is performing the 'Concierto de Aranjuez' next year.
Part of the preparation involves listening to many different interpretations.
So when I can't hear Robin playing through the piece himself, or working on parts of it, then I frequently hear recordings by various artists.
Robin does, of course, have his own interpretation, but it's always good to hear others performances.
But it's not all work.
We are also revisiting one of the best albums ever made, 'Aja' by Steely Dan.
We have listened to this album for many years, but on one of Robin's recent trips abroad, he happened to come across a documentary about the making of Aja, which offered a wonderful insight into this remarkable recording.
Although released in 1977, Donald Fagen and Walter Becker created a classic album which sounds as fresh today as it did 31 years ago.
This is due not only to the incredible quality of composition and intelligent lyrics, but also to featuring some of the greatest session players around.
Joe Sample, Wayne Shorter , Steve Gadd and Tom Scott, to name but a few.
If you are unfamiliar with the 'Aja' album, then I strongly recommend that you get yourself a copy immediately.
Meanwhile, we shall continue to alternate between Rodrigo and Steely Dan. Not a bad backdrop to my work.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Snow Patrol and Joaquin Rodrigo
The life of a musician is anything but ordinary.
Robin has been home for a few days now, after three weeks away.
As you can imagine, there are always a great many things for him to deal with on his return.
The success of our MySpace page has already put us in contact with many interesting, and accomplished musicians, some of whom have been forwarding music for Robin to listen to.
I'm currently trying to find a slot of time to sit him down and play him the various mp3's which have arrived from hopeful composers.
But he has to make time for his family.
Three weeks away from home is a particularly long time for young children.
In Robin's absence I have been aided in distracting them by many end of term activities.
There seem to have been an endless stream of parties over every weekend.
So, on Sunday, I casually pointed out to Robin that he may like to take our youngest son to a 'snow party' later that day.
He willingly agreed, it would be an ideal opportunity to spend some time with the little chap.
As I left the music room I then added, "Oh, yes, you'll be taking the twins too, OK," and beat a hasty retreat.
I must say I was a little anxious about this expedition.
Robin doesn't really 'do' snow. It's cold and his hands don't like cold.
However, he'd agreed, and I needed a break.
All credit to him, he had a great time, his three charges all had a great time, and I enjoyed a couple of hours of child free calm.
But the exciting thing about living with a musician is that everything can change with just one 'phone call.
I returned from yet another party to hear Robin practising Rodrigo's 'Concierto de Aranjuez'. This is a fabulous piece, and one I am very familiar with.
However I wasn't expecting Robin to be playing it.
I shall have to get used to it though, as he has been asked to play the concierto next year.
The last time he performed it was with the Liverpool Philharmonic and rehearsal at home was so intense that our son used to sing the theme to himself to get to sleep at night!
So, if there are any orcheatras out there that want to put on the 'Concierto de Aranjuez' sometime after March next year, now is the time to get in touch.
Robin has been home for a few days now, after three weeks away.
As you can imagine, there are always a great many things for him to deal with on his return.
The success of our MySpace page has already put us in contact with many interesting, and accomplished musicians, some of whom have been forwarding music for Robin to listen to.
I'm currently trying to find a slot of time to sit him down and play him the various mp3's which have arrived from hopeful composers.
But he has to make time for his family.
Three weeks away from home is a particularly long time for young children.
In Robin's absence I have been aided in distracting them by many end of term activities.
There seem to have been an endless stream of parties over every weekend.
So, on Sunday, I casually pointed out to Robin that he may like to take our youngest son to a 'snow party' later that day.
He willingly agreed, it would be an ideal opportunity to spend some time with the little chap.
As I left the music room I then added, "Oh, yes, you'll be taking the twins too, OK," and beat a hasty retreat.
I must say I was a little anxious about this expedition.
Robin doesn't really 'do' snow. It's cold and his hands don't like cold.
However, he'd agreed, and I needed a break.
All credit to him, he had a great time, his three charges all had a great time, and I enjoyed a couple of hours of child free calm.
But the exciting thing about living with a musician is that everything can change with just one 'phone call.
I returned from yet another party to hear Robin practising Rodrigo's 'Concierto de Aranjuez'. This is a fabulous piece, and one I am very familiar with.
However I wasn't expecting Robin to be playing it.
I shall have to get used to it though, as he has been asked to play the concierto next year.
The last time he performed it was with the Liverpool Philharmonic and rehearsal at home was so intense that our son used to sing the theme to himself to get to sleep at night!
So, if there are any orcheatras out there that want to put on the 'Concierto de Aranjuez' sometime after March next year, now is the time to get in touch.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Captain Corelli Causes Chaos
Louis de Bernieres has a lot to answer for.
Only recently Robin finished reading 'Captain Corelli's Mandolin', which is a fantastic book, and we also watched the film again, just before Robin went away.
This has partially caused the current mandolin mania...
Late last night I had an email from Robin, with what appeared to be, a simple request.
Could I find a particular book, (directions were issued to locate it within his vast library in the music room), and then look up how many concerti Hummel had composed for guitar and mandolin.
Also, whilst I was at it, did Giuliani compose anything for mandolin.
I found the book, 'The Guitar and Mandolin' by P.J.Bone, with great ease. It was exactly where Robin had said it would be.
I do like a man who knows his way around his own library.
I rather naively thought that I would be able to look up in the index, and find the answers to his questions.
I was wrong.
There were whole chapters on both Hummel, and on Giuliani.
My heart sank.
It was late, I had been working all day at the computer, and I was ready to switch off.
However, after browsing for only a few minutes, I became hooked.
What a fascinating period of time.
To think that Hummel actually lived with Mozart for two years, and whilst there, he did in fact compose many songs and arias with mandolin accompaniment.
At the age of 21 he also compose a concerto for orchestra and mandolin, in which the orchestra take the introductory theme for the first 45 bars. (This 45 bars rest is beautifully depicted in the film, 'Captain Corelli's Mandolin', which if you haven't seen, then you should go and get, now.)
He also composed 'Grand Sonata' for mandolin and piano, which was sometimes played on guitar.
Mauro Giuliani on the other hand, didn't appear to write for mandolin, although he was undoubtedly frequently exposed to the instrument. As Giuliani was such a prolific writer I wouldn't be at all surprised if there is a 'lost' manuscript hidden in someones attic, specifically for the mandolin.
Giuliani was a particularly common name amongst musicians, and this caused some confusion on a number of occasions.
In fact, many thought that Mauro Giuliani had died, when it was reported that the guitarist M.Giuliani was dead. It was actually one Michele Giuliani that had met his demise, and the world was to have the pleasure of Mauro for a few more years.
But another Giuliani, Giovanni Francesco, did actually compose four quartets for mandolin, viola, cello and lute.
Whilst this is only a short, and potted history of the era, of which I have only briefly researched, (late last night if you remember), it must have been an incredible time to be alive.
Hummel living with Mozart, friends with Giuliani, Diabelli and Sor.
These names are so familiar to me, and it's very exciting to think of them all sitting around together, 'talking music'.
Thank goodness there was no television at the time. Can you imagine if all these wonderful musicians had been distracted by some awful reality T.V. show...
The world would be a poorer place.
Only recently Robin finished reading 'Captain Corelli's Mandolin', which is a fantastic book, and we also watched the film again, just before Robin went away.
This has partially caused the current mandolin mania...
Late last night I had an email from Robin, with what appeared to be, a simple request.
Could I find a particular book, (directions were issued to locate it within his vast library in the music room), and then look up how many concerti Hummel had composed for guitar and mandolin.
Also, whilst I was at it, did Giuliani compose anything for mandolin.
I found the book, 'The Guitar and Mandolin' by P.J.Bone, with great ease. It was exactly where Robin had said it would be.
I do like a man who knows his way around his own library.
I rather naively thought that I would be able to look up in the index, and find the answers to his questions.
I was wrong.
There were whole chapters on both Hummel, and on Giuliani.
My heart sank.
It was late, I had been working all day at the computer, and I was ready to switch off.
However, after browsing for only a few minutes, I became hooked.
What a fascinating period of time.
To think that Hummel actually lived with Mozart for two years, and whilst there, he did in fact compose many songs and arias with mandolin accompaniment.
At the age of 21 he also compose a concerto for orchestra and mandolin, in which the orchestra take the introductory theme for the first 45 bars. (This 45 bars rest is beautifully depicted in the film, 'Captain Corelli's Mandolin', which if you haven't seen, then you should go and get, now.)
He also composed 'Grand Sonata' for mandolin and piano, which was sometimes played on guitar.
Mauro Giuliani on the other hand, didn't appear to write for mandolin, although he was undoubtedly frequently exposed to the instrument. As Giuliani was such a prolific writer I wouldn't be at all surprised if there is a 'lost' manuscript hidden in someones attic, specifically for the mandolin.
Giuliani was a particularly common name amongst musicians, and this caused some confusion on a number of occasions.
In fact, many thought that Mauro Giuliani had died, when it was reported that the guitarist M.Giuliani was dead. It was actually one Michele Giuliani that had met his demise, and the world was to have the pleasure of Mauro for a few more years.
But another Giuliani, Giovanni Francesco, did actually compose four quartets for mandolin, viola, cello and lute.
Whilst this is only a short, and potted history of the era, of which I have only briefly researched, (late last night if you remember), it must have been an incredible time to be alive.
Hummel living with Mozart, friends with Giuliani, Diabelli and Sor.
These names are so familiar to me, and it's very exciting to think of them all sitting around together, 'talking music'.
Thank goodness there was no television at the time. Can you imagine if all these wonderful musicians had been distracted by some awful reality T.V. show...
The world would be a poorer place.
Monday, June 23, 2008
The Mystery of the Mandolin
Today Robin is in the British overseas territory of Gibraltar, but I am going to tell you about exciting developments, on the mandolin front, that occurred over the weekend.
Little over 4 weeks ago Robin was in Sorrento.
Whilst walking the streets, he found a very nice antique shop, and in the window was a beautiful Mandolin.
If you remember, I blogged about it at the time, 'Sorrento a Mandolin and a Music Box'.
Well, on his return from that particular trip, Robin was furious with himself for not buying the magnificent instrument.
The more we researched the luthier Nicola Spoto, the more we realised that an opportunity had been missed.
But then we started looking at the various photographs that Robin had taken whilst away.
Sure enough, there was one of the mandolin, in the shop window.
Unfortunately neither the name of the shop, or the street, were in the image.
We were very frustrated.
As we zoomed in, and out of the picture, I noticed a parasol, shading a table, which must have been from a cafe or restaurant...
We zoomed in further.
Sure enough, it was, and it had the name of the restaurant, printed on it.
So, we then found the telephone number for the restaurant, on the same street, as the antique shop, that housed the mandolin.
The next part I left up to Robin.
He called the number.
Now Robin does speak a little Italian, enough to get by on holiday, or to buy basic provisions.
However, this conversation was way beyond your average Italian phrase book:
"Hello, I'm calling from England. Do you know if there is an antique shop on your road with a mandolin in the window?"
Ermm, we didn't really get very far, although they did exchange email addresses, as one of the employees, due in later in that day, spoke a little English.
Next step, call the tourist board.
Here we had a little more luck.
We were able to make ourselves understood, and even sent the picture of the shop that we had been studying so closely, to help them identify the area.
We also told them that if they did find this place, to tell the man that Robin would be back in Sorrento on June 21st, and ask him to keep the mandolin for him.
For a few days there was no further news, and we beginning to think that the poor people of Sorrento had humoured us, then gone away thinking the English are crazy.
But then a message.
The man at the tourist board had located the shop, and told the owner when Robin would be in. He also said that another local man had been in saying the same thing! (Obviously the chap at the restaurant had been as good as his word.)
By now we were beginning to feel hopeful.
But also, concerned the the antique dealer would start thinking that there seemed to be a lot of interest in this instrument, and maybe he should put the price up. Inadvertently we may have created a demand.
So, it has been with increasing anxiety that Robin arrived in Naples on Saturday. He got up early and went ashore.
He then caught the first ferry around the coast to Sorrento, which is a journey of 40 minutes.
As he retraced his steps through the lovely streets he was still not quite sure whether the instrument would still be there.
He found the shop.
No mandolin in the window.
Despair.
He went inside and introduced himself.
The owner beamed, opened a drawer, and pulled out the beautiful instrument, still in its original case.
Delight!
But he still had to examine it closely for any damage, warped neck, that sort of thing.
As he played it, two passing tourists came in the shop and said they had been drawn in to see where the lovely sound was coming from. They also added that he would never regret buying it.
Inspection complete, Robin was very pleased to find that it was in near perfect condition.
Made in 1888 and kept in the same family for generations.
Until now.
The deal was done and a very happy Robin left the shop.
As he had a couple of hours to wait for his return trip to Naples, he found a quiet park, sat on a bench, and played away.
I suspect I shall be hearing a lot more of the mandolin on his return home.
Once back on board the QM2, he was able to send me a photograph.
As you can see it is a very ornate instrument:
Although I don't as yet have one of the case, this is its protective cloth:
So now I have to wait a few more days until I see it for myself.
But my faith in human nature has been restored.
The fact that 3 complete strangers were prepared to put themselves out for a rather odd request, is a wonderful thing.
Little over 4 weeks ago Robin was in Sorrento.
Whilst walking the streets, he found a very nice antique shop, and in the window was a beautiful Mandolin.
If you remember, I blogged about it at the time, 'Sorrento a Mandolin and a Music Box'.
Well, on his return from that particular trip, Robin was furious with himself for not buying the magnificent instrument.
The more we researched the luthier Nicola Spoto, the more we realised that an opportunity had been missed.
But then we started looking at the various photographs that Robin had taken whilst away.
Sure enough, there was one of the mandolin, in the shop window.
Unfortunately neither the name of the shop, or the street, were in the image.
We were very frustrated.
As we zoomed in, and out of the picture, I noticed a parasol, shading a table, which must have been from a cafe or restaurant...
We zoomed in further.
Sure enough, it was, and it had the name of the restaurant, printed on it.
So, we then found the telephone number for the restaurant, on the same street, as the antique shop, that housed the mandolin.
The next part I left up to Robin.
He called the number.
Now Robin does speak a little Italian, enough to get by on holiday, or to buy basic provisions.
However, this conversation was way beyond your average Italian phrase book:
"Hello, I'm calling from England. Do you know if there is an antique shop on your road with a mandolin in the window?"
Ermm, we didn't really get very far, although they did exchange email addresses, as one of the employees, due in later in that day, spoke a little English.
Next step, call the tourist board.
Here we had a little more luck.
We were able to make ourselves understood, and even sent the picture of the shop that we had been studying so closely, to help them identify the area.
We also told them that if they did find this place, to tell the man that Robin would be back in Sorrento on June 21st, and ask him to keep the mandolin for him.
For a few days there was no further news, and we beginning to think that the poor people of Sorrento had humoured us, then gone away thinking the English are crazy.
But then a message.
The man at the tourist board had located the shop, and told the owner when Robin would be in. He also said that another local man had been in saying the same thing! (Obviously the chap at the restaurant had been as good as his word.)
By now we were beginning to feel hopeful.
But also, concerned the the antique dealer would start thinking that there seemed to be a lot of interest in this instrument, and maybe he should put the price up. Inadvertently we may have created a demand.
So, it has been with increasing anxiety that Robin arrived in Naples on Saturday. He got up early and went ashore.
He then caught the first ferry around the coast to Sorrento, which is a journey of 40 minutes.
As he retraced his steps through the lovely streets he was still not quite sure whether the instrument would still be there.
He found the shop.
No mandolin in the window.
Despair.
He went inside and introduced himself.
The owner beamed, opened a drawer, and pulled out the beautiful instrument, still in its original case.
Delight!
But he still had to examine it closely for any damage, warped neck, that sort of thing.
As he played it, two passing tourists came in the shop and said they had been drawn in to see where the lovely sound was coming from. They also added that he would never regret buying it.
Inspection complete, Robin was very pleased to find that it was in near perfect condition.
Made in 1888 and kept in the same family for generations.
Until now.
The deal was done and a very happy Robin left the shop.
As he had a couple of hours to wait for his return trip to Naples, he found a quiet park, sat on a bench, and played away.
I suspect I shall be hearing a lot more of the mandolin on his return home.
Once back on board the QM2, he was able to send me a photograph.
As you can see it is a very ornate instrument:
Although I don't as yet have one of the case, this is its protective cloth:
So now I have to wait a few more days until I see it for myself.
But my faith in human nature has been restored.
The fact that 3 complete strangers were prepared to put themselves out for a rather odd request, is a wonderful thing.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Fernando Sor in the Welsh Mountains
Whilst Robin spent the day in Civitavecchia, Italy, I have been working at home.
It was as I sat at my desk that I had a 'phone call from my Mum and David as they drove through the Welsh mountains.
What prompted the call?
Well, the scenery was gorgeous, the weather beautiful, and they wanted to share with me the mood of the moment.
To enhance the experience they were listening to a Hill/Wiltschinsky CD, 'Les Deux Amis', recorded back in 1988 for Teldec Classics.
As we spoke I identified the piece as 'Fernando Sor: Les Deux Amis, op.41'. This famous work, subtitled "Fantaisie pour deux Guitares", was dedicated to Sor's friend, Dionisio Aguado (1784-1849).
The two guitar parts are actually marked "Sor" and "Aguado" rather than the usual "Guitar 1" and "Guitar 2", which offers a little insight into the personalities of these two maestros.
Rather than listen to the whole thing down a crackling 'phone line, we ended our conversation, and I found my own copy of 'Les Deux Amis', and enjoyed a very pleasant afternoon listening as I worked.
It was very nice to have the sound of the guitar, or in this case two, back in the house again. But was no substitute for the real thing when you happen to live with one of the musicians...
However, it will be another six days before Robin is home, so for now I shall continue with the CD.
It was as I sat at my desk that I had a 'phone call from my Mum and David as they drove through the Welsh mountains.
What prompted the call?
Well, the scenery was gorgeous, the weather beautiful, and they wanted to share with me the mood of the moment.
To enhance the experience they were listening to a Hill/Wiltschinsky CD, 'Les Deux Amis', recorded back in 1988 for Teldec Classics.
As we spoke I identified the piece as 'Fernando Sor: Les Deux Amis, op.41'. This famous work, subtitled "Fantaisie pour deux Guitares", was dedicated to Sor's friend, Dionisio Aguado (1784-1849).
The two guitar parts are actually marked "Sor" and "Aguado" rather than the usual "Guitar 1" and "Guitar 2", which offers a little insight into the personalities of these two maestros.
Rather than listen to the whole thing down a crackling 'phone line, we ended our conversation, and I found my own copy of 'Les Deux Amis', and enjoyed a very pleasant afternoon listening as I worked.
It was very nice to have the sound of the guitar, or in this case two, back in the house again. But was no substitute for the real thing when you happen to live with one of the musicians...
However, it will be another six days before Robin is home, so for now I shall continue with the CD.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Monte Carlo and Madeline Bell
Robin is having a very nostalgic day.
He awoke to find himself in Monte Carlo.
He has always had very fond memories of being there back in the early 80's.
At the time he frequently played with the fabulous Madeline Bell.
A two week spot at the luxurious Monte-Carlo Sporting Club had been booked.
Madeline always looks after her musicians very well, and on this occasion, the band were given the option of either flying to Nice, or, travelling by car.
Most of the band opted to drive.
Robin chose to fly.
Consequently he arrived at Nice airport on his own.
This was an exciting time.
Two weeks in Monte Carlo, with Madeline Bell, and a fantastic band.
He got a taxi, made his way to the hotel, (which was a very nice place in the old quarter near the casino), and was promptly met by the porter.
"May I take your luggage Sir?"
"Oh, erm, I seem to have left it at the airport..."
In his haste he had completely forgotten to collect his bags! (I am pleased to say he is a little more careful these days.)
These two weeks were some of the most memorable for Robin.
Two of his closest friends were also band members, Tony Relph (drums) and Nigel Thomas, or as he was known, 'Nidge' (bass).
Sadly both of these fine musicians are no longer with us.
There was an excellent chemistry between all the band members and they enjoyed themselves both on, and off, the stage.
Many happy hours were spent in their hotel, where they had formed their own club, which Robin named, 'The Noel Coward Club', in which they basically sat around in bathrobes, drinking tea and having a million laughs.
So to be back in Monte Carlo is proving rather strange.
He still misses these two special friends very much. They had so many shared memories over so many years.
But as I pointed out to Robin, they would both have been delighted to hear that he was back in town, and all because he is still out there, playing music.
He awoke to find himself in Monte Carlo.
He has always had very fond memories of being there back in the early 80's.
At the time he frequently played with the fabulous Madeline Bell.
A two week spot at the luxurious Monte-Carlo Sporting Club had been booked.
Madeline always looks after her musicians very well, and on this occasion, the band were given the option of either flying to Nice, or, travelling by car.
Most of the band opted to drive.
Robin chose to fly.
Consequently he arrived at Nice airport on his own.
This was an exciting time.
Two weeks in Monte Carlo, with Madeline Bell, and a fantastic band.
He got a taxi, made his way to the hotel, (which was a very nice place in the old quarter near the casino), and was promptly met by the porter.
"May I take your luggage Sir?"
"Oh, erm, I seem to have left it at the airport..."
In his haste he had completely forgotten to collect his bags! (I am pleased to say he is a little more careful these days.)
These two weeks were some of the most memorable for Robin.
Two of his closest friends were also band members, Tony Relph (drums) and Nigel Thomas, or as he was known, 'Nidge' (bass).
Sadly both of these fine musicians are no longer with us.
There was an excellent chemistry between all the band members and they enjoyed themselves both on, and off, the stage.
Many happy hours were spent in their hotel, where they had formed their own club, which Robin named, 'The Noel Coward Club', in which they basically sat around in bathrobes, drinking tea and having a million laughs.
So to be back in Monte Carlo is proving rather strange.
He still misses these two special friends very much. They had so many shared memories over so many years.
But as I pointed out to Robin, they would both have been delighted to hear that he was back in town, and all because he is still out there, playing music.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Barcelona and The Guitar Gymnasium
Robin is spending the day in Barcelona and judging by the calls I have been receiving, he's having a great time.
One conversation was interrupted by him suddenly exclaiming, "Wow, spectacular."
"What is?" was my frustrated reply as I emptied the washing basket.
It turned out to be a very ornate roundabout!
Since then there have been a number of similar conversations.
Before going ashore he had obviously done his homework.
He was armed with the addresses of two music shops. Both of which he found.
Yet more, "Wow, spectacular, fantastic", type talk followed, and this was just at the rows of stringed instruments that lined the walls.
He was equally delighted when the owner of one of the shops pulled a copy of, 'The Guitar Gymnasium' from the shelf, opened it up, pointed to a picture of Robin on the inside cover, then pointed to the man himself!
As you can tell, the shopkeeper spoke no English and Robin speaks little Spanish.
However, it's an exciting moment for any author to be shown a copy of their own book, particularly when overseas.
They gesticulated wildly at each other for some time, Robin managed to buy some guitar strings, and then he went on his way.
He has of course also been looking at the wonderful buildings in Barcelona and hopefully I will have some photographs for you at some point.
When we last spoke he was lost.
My sympathetic advice, "Head downhill. You don't find many ships perched on the top of one, do you."
I'm now waiting to see if he finds his way back to the QM2...
UPDATE:
My advice proved sound. Robin found his way back and didn't get lost once!
One conversation was interrupted by him suddenly exclaiming, "Wow, spectacular."
"What is?" was my frustrated reply as I emptied the washing basket.
It turned out to be a very ornate roundabout!
Since then there have been a number of similar conversations.
Before going ashore he had obviously done his homework.
He was armed with the addresses of two music shops. Both of which he found.
Yet more, "Wow, spectacular, fantastic", type talk followed, and this was just at the rows of stringed instruments that lined the walls.
He was equally delighted when the owner of one of the shops pulled a copy of, 'The Guitar Gymnasium' from the shelf, opened it up, pointed to a picture of Robin on the inside cover, then pointed to the man himself!
As you can tell, the shopkeeper spoke no English and Robin speaks little Spanish.
However, it's an exciting moment for any author to be shown a copy of their own book, particularly when overseas.
They gesticulated wildly at each other for some time, Robin managed to buy some guitar strings, and then he went on his way.
He has of course also been looking at the wonderful buildings in Barcelona and hopefully I will have some photographs for you at some point.
When we last spoke he was lost.
My sympathetic advice, "Head downhill. You don't find many ships perched on the top of one, do you."
I'm now waiting to see if he finds his way back to the QM2...
UPDATE:
My advice proved sound. Robin found his way back and didn't get lost once!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Time to Pay - The PRS Licence
After a brief visit to Vigo, Spain, yesterday, Robin was asked to perform again last night.
After the success of his latest concert, there was a request for him to play at a private function, for a select audience.
He agreed and the performance went well.
Robin now has eight days to work on his next programme and enjoy some of the fantastic places he is about to visit.
He will also be working on the pieces he will be playing in August with Izzy Cooper, and all his usual scales and arpeggios, so he won't be short of things to do.
Meanwhile back at home, I read a report by Tamsyn Kent, 'Employers told to pay up for music.'
Basically, it is estimated that more than half a million businesses across the UK are playing music illegally.
By law, if playing music at work, then you need a licence.
The Performing Right Society (PRS) collects the money and pays the artists.
So, if you are one of those businesses that doesn't have a licence, or feels that the fee for a licence is too high for entertaining your workforce, then I hope you don't mind if I call in a help myself to some of your stationary, or oil, or the odd sandwich, or whatever.
It's a small fee to most businesses, but it's a part of any musicians livelihood...
After the success of his latest concert, there was a request for him to play at a private function, for a select audience.
He agreed and the performance went well.
Robin now has eight days to work on his next programme and enjoy some of the fantastic places he is about to visit.
He will also be working on the pieces he will be playing in August with Izzy Cooper, and all his usual scales and arpeggios, so he won't be short of things to do.
Meanwhile back at home, I read a report by Tamsyn Kent, 'Employers told to pay up for music.'
Basically, it is estimated that more than half a million businesses across the UK are playing music illegally.
By law, if playing music at work, then you need a licence.
The Performing Right Society (PRS) collects the money and pays the artists.
So, if you are one of those businesses that doesn't have a licence, or feels that the fee for a licence is too high for entertaining your workforce, then I hope you don't mind if I call in a help myself to some of your stationary, or oil, or the odd sandwich, or whatever.
It's a small fee to most businesses, but it's a part of any musicians livelihood...
Monday, June 16, 2008
The Mind of a Musician
Those of you who are close to a musician, classical in particular, will know that they are their biggest critic.
For many years Robin never came off stage pleased with his performance.
Even when the audience had obviously loved the concert, and the reviews were excellent, there was always something that he was unhappy about.
I frequently toured with the Hill/Wiltschinsky Guitar Duo, and spent many hours reassuring both players, that their concert had gone very well.
But this is a common situation.
Questioning ones ability is a normal part of the musical process. It's what drives musicians on and encourages their musical development.
However, over the years, I have noticed that occasionally, just occasionally, Robin will say a concert went well.
So last night I was very pleased to receive an email form Robin, after the first of his concerts on board the QM2, informing me that he was delighted with his performance.
Many factors had fallen into place.
The sound was good, the lighting good, his nails remained intact, tuning wasn't a problem, the audience plentiful, and also very appreciative.
As he stood to take his final bow, he saw a number of people standing and applauding at the back of the theatre.
Then, some on the front row stood.
Before the clapping had died out, the entire theatre, 1000 people, were showing there appreciation.
This moves me immensely.
It also moves Robin.
When you invest so many years, and so many hours, every single day, in the instrument you love, then it is bound to affect you.
And finally, after more than 35 years of entertaining many thousands of people, all around the world, on land and on sea, in concert halls and through recordings, he can finally, occasionally, admit to himself, that he played well.
For many years Robin never came off stage pleased with his performance.
Even when the audience had obviously loved the concert, and the reviews were excellent, there was always something that he was unhappy about.
I frequently toured with the Hill/Wiltschinsky Guitar Duo, and spent many hours reassuring both players, that their concert had gone very well.
But this is a common situation.
Questioning ones ability is a normal part of the musical process. It's what drives musicians on and encourages their musical development.
However, over the years, I have noticed that occasionally, just occasionally, Robin will say a concert went well.
So last night I was very pleased to receive an email form Robin, after the first of his concerts on board the QM2, informing me that he was delighted with his performance.
Many factors had fallen into place.
The sound was good, the lighting good, his nails remained intact, tuning wasn't a problem, the audience plentiful, and also very appreciative.
As he stood to take his final bow, he saw a number of people standing and applauding at the back of the theatre.
Then, some on the front row stood.
Before the clapping had died out, the entire theatre, 1000 people, were showing there appreciation.
This moves me immensely.
It also moves Robin.
When you invest so many years, and so many hours, every single day, in the instrument you love, then it is bound to affect you.
And finally, after more than 35 years of entertaining many thousands of people, all around the world, on land and on sea, in concert halls and through recordings, he can finally, occasionally, admit to himself, that he played well.
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