O beware, my Lord, of jealousy (again)
(updated 01/08/06 following the purchase of more tickets ...)
It's not actually one year on (only eleven months), but my plans for the 2006 Edinburgh Festival season are so clear that I'm going to show off here and now. All the more so when I point out that these are only the events for which I've booked tickets (or am due to sing in); it's very likely others will be added on the day. Anyhow, this is how August looks:
Thursday 3rd: a preview of Stoppard's Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead, which my mother and cousin will be seeing later in the month. Why should I be left out?
Friday 4th: more Stoppard, this time The real Inspector Hound, a parody of the Christiean murder mystery play which should be fantastic if done well, followed by a one-man-show on Shakespeare's passions.
Sunday 6th: being the first Sunday of the month, we only get two services at church, essentially a warm-up for a very busy month. In between I've got more theatre to go to, in the form of Peter Shaffer's Black comedy, a tremendous farce.
Friday 11th: Ludus Baroque's annual performance of Bach's Mass in B minor, which usually marks the beginning of the Fringe Festival but for some reason appears to be a week late this year.
Sunday 13th: an entire day of Mozart at church, with Muggins singing the tenor solo in the Coronation Mass.
Tuesday 15th: a recital by the flautist Emily Beynon, including the sonatas of Poulenc and Prokofiev, followed by an adaptation of The Canterbury tales (presumably not all of them, as it only lasts an hour) and a group called the Oxford Gargoyles singing jazz.
Friday 18th: taking part in a concert of music for the Queen's 80th birthday, full of old favourites.
Saturday 19th: two big Handel oratorios to sing in the space of one weekend, starting with Saul.
Sunday 20th: besides singing in Handel's Israel in Egypt, I'll be doing those mezzo piano high G sharps in Kodaly's Missa brevis at the church again. Expect me to be voiceless by Monday morning! In between, I'll have a harpsichord recital by Andrzej Zawisza to go to.
Tuesday 22nd: my mother's arrival heralds an inordinately busy week, starting with a concert by Colin Steele, an Edinbronian* jazz trumpeter influenced by Miles Davis and Scottish folk music.
Wednesday 23rd: my mother's going to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead in the afternoon, then I'm joining her for the Budapest Festival Orchestra under Iván Fischer in a programme which includes The rite of spring and Bartók's 3rd piano concerto with Richard Goode.
Thursday 24th: just one show booked, Tchaikovsky's Mazeppa (by the Opéra National de Lyon). Mother will probably spend the day going round various exhibitions at the city's galleries.
Friday 25th: Mother's going to a Christian Zacharias recital, the play Divino Pastor Gongora (about the persecution of an actor by a Viceregal Inquisitor in 18th century Mexico) and a performance by Salsa celtica (who do precisely what it says on the tin) before I show up for the Minnesota Orchestra under Osmo Vänskä performing Petrushka and another 3rd piano concerto, this time Beethoven's, with Llyr Williams as soloist.
Saturday 26th: (deep breath) the historian Antonia Fraser talking about the Sun King, a tribute to Flanders and Swann, Mackerras conducting the SCO in Beethoven's 7th (part of the complete cycle) and the European première of Balanchine's Don Quixote as choreographed by his muse (and its first Dulcinea), Suzanne Farrell. My friends Tom and Abby, in the meantime, will have arrived in the early morning and, after having most of the day free to explore, will be going to the final performance of Troilus and Cressida.
Sunday 27th: besides three more church services, the four of us will be attending a lecture recital by Richard Goode on Beethoven's penultimate piano sonata. Then Mother's off to a talk by Suzanne Farrell (see above), after which we go both along to Murder at the Savoy, which sounds silly in a Gilbert-and-Sullivanesque way. Tom and Abby, after (probably) joining in with the singing, have tickets for Stuart MacRae's opera The assassin tree, which will have got its world première on Friday. At some stage, my cousin Laura and her friend Ploy will have arrived, but they're going to play things by ear - at least, they've not asked me to book them any tickets as yet ...
Monday 28th: Mother's going back home, probably exhausted, leaving Tom and Abby to see Ian Bostridge and Antonio Pappano in recital. They're off back to London afterwards, in time for work the next morning, while I carry on playing host to Laura and Ploy until Wednesday.
Peter accuses me of having an insatiable appetite for culture. Wonder from whom I get it?
*No-one else, to the best of my knowledge, uses this term (meaning "an inhabitant of Edinburgh"), but it sounds good, not to mention being a huge improvement on 'Edinburgher' - which is just plain ugly.
It's not actually one year on (only eleven months), but my plans for the 2006 Edinburgh Festival season are so clear that I'm going to show off here and now. All the more so when I point out that these are only the events for which I've booked tickets (or am due to sing in); it's very likely others will be added on the day. Anyhow, this is how August looks:
Thursday 3rd: a preview of Stoppard's Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead, which my mother and cousin will be seeing later in the month. Why should I be left out?
Friday 4th: more Stoppard, this time The real Inspector Hound, a parody of the Christiean murder mystery play which should be fantastic if done well, followed by a one-man-show on Shakespeare's passions.
Sunday 6th: being the first Sunday of the month, we only get two services at church, essentially a warm-up for a very busy month. In between I've got more theatre to go to, in the form of Peter Shaffer's Black comedy, a tremendous farce.
Friday 11th: Ludus Baroque's annual performance of Bach's Mass in B minor, which usually marks the beginning of the Fringe Festival but for some reason appears to be a week late this year.
Sunday 13th: an entire day of Mozart at church, with Muggins singing the tenor solo in the Coronation Mass.
Tuesday 15th: a recital by the flautist Emily Beynon, including the sonatas of Poulenc and Prokofiev, followed by an adaptation of The Canterbury tales (presumably not all of them, as it only lasts an hour) and a group called the Oxford Gargoyles singing jazz.
Friday 18th: taking part in a concert of music for the Queen's 80th birthday, full of old favourites.
Saturday 19th: two big Handel oratorios to sing in the space of one weekend, starting with Saul.
Sunday 20th: besides singing in Handel's Israel in Egypt, I'll be doing those mezzo piano high G sharps in Kodaly's Missa brevis at the church again. Expect me to be voiceless by Monday morning! In between, I'll have a harpsichord recital by Andrzej Zawisza to go to.
Tuesday 22nd: my mother's arrival heralds an inordinately busy week, starting with a concert by Colin Steele, an Edinbronian* jazz trumpeter influenced by Miles Davis and Scottish folk music.
Wednesday 23rd: my mother's going to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead in the afternoon, then I'm joining her for the Budapest Festival Orchestra under Iván Fischer in a programme which includes The rite of spring and Bartók's 3rd piano concerto with Richard Goode.
Thursday 24th: just one show booked, Tchaikovsky's Mazeppa (by the Opéra National de Lyon). Mother will probably spend the day going round various exhibitions at the city's galleries.
Friday 25th: Mother's going to a Christian Zacharias recital, the play Divino Pastor Gongora (about the persecution of an actor by a Viceregal Inquisitor in 18th century Mexico) and a performance by Salsa celtica (who do precisely what it says on the tin) before I show up for the Minnesota Orchestra under Osmo Vänskä performing Petrushka and another 3rd piano concerto, this time Beethoven's, with Llyr Williams as soloist.
Saturday 26th: (deep breath) the historian Antonia Fraser talking about the Sun King, a tribute to Flanders and Swann, Mackerras conducting the SCO in Beethoven's 7th (part of the complete cycle) and the European première of Balanchine's Don Quixote as choreographed by his muse (and its first Dulcinea), Suzanne Farrell. My friends Tom and Abby, in the meantime, will have arrived in the early morning and, after having most of the day free to explore, will be going to the final performance of Troilus and Cressida.
Sunday 27th: besides three more church services, the four of us will be attending a lecture recital by Richard Goode on Beethoven's penultimate piano sonata. Then Mother's off to a talk by Suzanne Farrell (see above), after which we go both along to Murder at the Savoy, which sounds silly in a Gilbert-and-Sullivanesque way. Tom and Abby, after (probably) joining in with the singing, have tickets for Stuart MacRae's opera The assassin tree, which will have got its world première on Friday. At some stage, my cousin Laura and her friend Ploy will have arrived, but they're going to play things by ear - at least, they've not asked me to book them any tickets as yet ...
Monday 28th: Mother's going back home, probably exhausted, leaving Tom and Abby to see Ian Bostridge and Antonio Pappano in recital. They're off back to London afterwards, in time for work the next morning, while I carry on playing host to Laura and Ploy until Wednesday.
Peter accuses me of having an insatiable appetite for culture. Wonder from whom I get it?
*No-one else, to the best of my knowledge, uses this term (meaning "an inhabitant of Edinburgh"), but it sounds good, not to mention being a huge improvement on 'Edinburgher' - which is just plain ugly.
posted by Anthony at
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I wish I could go!
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Miss Scarlet, at 23/6/06 15:32
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