Archive for March, 2006

Embouchure1

Regular readers of this blog (both of you) will know that I recently went to visit Paul Archibald, of world class trumpet teacher fame, to see if he could help me a bit with my rather obscure embouchure (how my lips touch my trumpet). He said that I should stop ensemble playing for a period of time and reconstruct my embouchure from scratch. This process involved forming a correct embouchure and playing up and down C major, then C# major then D etc… up to about G major. This I have now been doing for a couple of weeks and the fruits of my efforts a slowly begining to think that they might appear one day.

For those of you who no nothing about such things, an embouchure change is a quite fundamental thing to do. The web is littered with opinions on wether it is a good idea or not, and similarly my aquaintances in ensembles have ideas varying from “you’ll never play again” up to “this will do you the world of good”. I am basically learning to play again. Some skills I have remain pertenant – musical ear, sense of rhythm for example – but any prowess I had on the instrument has been undone – my lip flexibility and range need to be completely rebuilt. This is, however, proceeding slightly faster than I had anticipated.

This is what I used to sound like : Old Sound. Its a simple scale, but suffices. Compare that sound to the sound I was making moments later when playing with the new embouchure : 21st March Sound. As you can probably hear, the sound is a lot thinner and the notes are less secure. I basically sound worse. Now, 9 days later, I sound like this: 30th March Sound. This is a comparable sound to where I started from. I’m playing the scale a bit quicker, so it makes comparison difficult, but the improvement is marked in just 9 days.

My next lesson is next thursday so we shall see what happens.

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Shoes

Shoe shopping for me is normally a chore. I have long thin feet (11E) and shoes are not often manufactured to suite such a rare shape. On Saturday, I ventured into Marks and Spencer to investigate their range of work shoes. I fully expected the usual seven or eight shop trawl and to end the day with something that fitted, but was not of a style which I would have if given any choice. I was, however, gobsmacked when the first pair of shoes I selected fitted. I put them on and walked around and experienced no ill effects whatsoever! Hedging my bets I tried on another pair, and these didn’t fit nearly so well, so I returned to the orginal pair and purchased them. Less than half an hour of shoe shopping and I had a shiney new pair of black slip ons. I have been waring them for two days now and I don’t even have a “new shoe blister”.

As if this wasn’t enough, I visited Tk Max next and, although fitting wasn’t quite so straight forward, and Libby and I have slightly contrasting views on what casual shoes should look like, I left within a similar time scale with a pair of blue suede (corny I know!) spoons which suited both our tastes.

I’m intreguiged now as to what has caused such a change in the shoe shape market. Is it me or them? I dare say I shall never know!

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Klezmer

It has been quite an eventful weekend all things considered. Saturday was the London and Southern Counties regional brass band final in which we went on stage, cocked it up, and got placed last. Shit happens. This was followed by, as you can imagine, much drinking. Sunday I went to a concert. There were three groups who performed, all were extremely different to anything I have ever heard before.

The first were a string trio known as Kosmos. Consisting of three extremely different musicians they performed a wide range of music mostly with an eastern european folk minimalist approach but with influences including Bach and Misirlou.

Harriot Mackenzie came accross as an extremely competent performer. Showing a range of skills from blistering double stopped semiquavers to some perfectly executed false harmonics she is obviously an extremely dedicated musician. Her stage presence though, I feel, could use some work. She came across as a very aggressive player, and while she is extremely good, she obviously knew it and very often acted as though she was a solist being accompanied by her fellows.

Meg Hamilton was an entirely different kettle of fish. While equally competent with her instrument, she felt less need to show it. An occasional enticing smile made the audience really feel part of the music and a greater tonal command of her instrument allowed her to blend into the background when required, whilst also taking charge of the ensemble during her frequent solo passages.

I often feel slightly sorry for cellists in this kind of ensemble. The two violinist are able to stand with their instruments and move around on stage, taking a step back or a step forward to completement the musical structure. The cellist is tied to her chair. Laura Anstee didn’t seem to be at all aflicted however. Her ability easily rivelled that of her collegues and she warm tone allowed her to create an almost a capella texture which was used to great effect by the ensemble.

They opened with exactly that sound – the two violinists stood at the back of the stage while Laura played a virtuoso melody unaccompanied by the other two. The others joined with a contrasting styles equally worthy of the title “maestro” – a dark sustained sound from Meg was countered by Harriot’s characteristic flurry of semiquavers. After such an electric opening it was difficult to imagine what could possibly follow. Kosmos very succesfully managed to build a wonderful sense of tension throughout their extremely well constructed and performed programme .

The second ensemble were possibly the most sureal thing I have ever seen on a stage in London. Calling themselves Schikker wi Lot they consist of Fabian Schnedler singing Yiddish accompanied by Franka Lampe on an accordian. Franka is considered to be one of the greatest accordian players in Europe, and although I’ve never seen an accordian player live before, her dexterity on this now rather rare instrument was obvious.

Fabian is an extremely good singer. He has a solid full tone and excellent flexibility and his rather geeky attire gave him an almost boyish charm. He started each number with a brief explanation of what each song was about and several times he reacted to audience participation by changing lyrics – a man in a hat was dancing in the middle of the floor and moments later found himself being sung about.

The set flowed beautifully – the music started quite simply and allowed the audience to get over their initial “Oh my God! Who the hell is this and what ARE they doing?” reaction and quickly developed into more complex melodies and rhythms with a delighted audience occasionally struggling to pick up the ever changing beat with their claps.

The final group were the delivered the climax which the previous acts had promised. An electrified audience keenly stared at a blank stage when the shrill screach of an Eb clarinet wielded by young virtuoso Suzi Evans came soaring from the back of the venue. The entire eight piece then processed through the crowd playing an amazingly powerful and driving klezmer freylekh.

By this time the audience, including myself, were quite merry and the strong rhythms provided by She’Koyokh were exactly what they wanted. Suzi herself in one of her addresses described the dancing as “really weird” as the band played through an increadibly intense set which lasted nearly an hour and left the crowd screaming for more.

On stage was Suzi, Meg returning with her violin and Robin Harris on trombone forming the melodic section. Oliver Baldwin donned a 5 string bass with Dimitri Chaidemenakis playing the darbukha and poik creating a strong rhythm section. As if that wasn’t enough Ben Samuals and Matt Bacon took a mandolin and guitar respectively joining Jim Marcovitch on the accordian to provide a harmonic basis to the music. Although this tight structure was more or less adheared to throughout the ensemble sections, there wasn’t a musician on stage who didn’t lead the group at some stage.

The evening was one of the most exciting performances I have ever listened to with some of the most talented performers marred only slightly by what felt like a premature end and with no encore from She’Koyokh – Meg had to sheepishly return to the stage to inform the audience of their next gig the following day.

Klezmer is not a genre I have particularly listened to before, but I am definitely sold. This is exactly what folk music is about and it is wonderful to see and hear such a tallented set of musicians perform it so well.

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Opera

I’ve not been to an opera before. Well I have, but not a proper opera. This opera was in an opera house, thus giving it an imediate boost in “proper opera” status. It was the Royal Opera House no less.

Tobias Picker’s operatic treatment of the Emile Zola novel “Therese Raquin” was my initiation into the world of contemporary opera and, to be frank, it was increadible. The pit orchestra, deftly lead by the talented Tim Redmond, supported an impresive rank of stage performers including Isabelle Cals making her european stage debut in the lead role.

The story is fairly typical of the genre – Boy and Girl are married. Girl shags other boy. Other boy and girl colaberate to murder boy. Girl and Other boy get married. They are haunted by boy and driven to suicide. Rah! Its naturally a lot more complicated than that and Gene Scheers excellent libretto gives the tale significantly more justice than any summary I could produce.

All that leaves is the music. The score is one of the most eclectic I have heard in a very long time. Strangely remeniscent of Bartok, the sound complements the stage action perfectly with tension leaving you on the end of your seat, the comic moments putting a smile to you lips – even if you don’t get the joke and the tragedy truely renching at the soul. From the begining I felt almost overwealmed – not really knowing whether to follow the music, the plot, the singing or to just sit back and pay attention to what stood out – the music definitely won the contest with the silence following the final chord sporting and absence of pin dropping sounds and an almost desperate desire from the audience for more. It really was electric.

I strongly recommend that, if it tours again, you go and see it. It really is superb!

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