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Ghosts of Rahere, Betjeman – pray for me. The world is too much with us, we cannot just swipe away the pixels and the rot. Christ, I can’t even find a decent coffee at...
Debussy’s Sonata in G minor opened the program: his last completed work, signed “Musicien français,” composed as he lay dying in wartime Paris, its continuous-variation...
A nocturne maybe, tinkling in the distance,
Or clinking glasses as the bistros fill.
Perhaps you looked out over this same view
Of the Vieux-Port, with George at your...
What an utterly captivating release this is, with three consummate performers recreating a Parisian fin de siècle salon in which the mandolin takes centre stage...
Beilman moved effortlessly from the opening movement’s ambiguous vocalics and marvellous cadenza through a serene C major cantabile to a sparkling, elfin finale, while...
I stroll along the Seine towards the hotel,
way lit by gibbous moon cross
hatched by vapour trails...
And thanks not only to the seamless stylistic transitions from the Renaissance and Baroque material to the new works but to Hughes’s impossibly pure soprano so tastefully...
Lovers of Robert Schumann’s lieder – and I count myself among those happy multitudes – will find song in everything he wrote. Judging by this intimate, lyrical...
Just as colonial history and power structures persist beneath the surface of contemporary Australia, the source material persists beneath superimposed targets, floor...