Just time to relax with another coffee
Dan and Jani
A tired but happy orchestra
The bus is crowded. Instruments on laps, bags everywhere. It's hot and steamy. Everyone wants to be on the first bus back to the hotel. The concert was over about 17 minutes ago. When it comes to leaving a venue the LSO is slick. Very slick.
Claire announces that she's READY. Another 10 people cram on.
There are three buses to take us back to the hotel. Everyone wants to be on the first bus. First to the bar.
The stage crew will have the lorry packed and off in no time.
Tomorrow another plane, another country, another town, another hotel, another venue, another concert, another bus and another bar.
Right we're there. Quick, off the bus. No, not the hotel bar. It's too expensive. There's that little place round the corner.
It's chilly in the night air and we dont waste any time. In the deserted cafe we dump our bags in the corner. The waitress tries to set some dining places, but we save her the trouble as we are only there for a beer.
That first Korean pilsner tastes very good.
Did you enjoy the concert? Yes, what about you? Yes it was alright. I had problems staying awake. Yes me too.
Any way, what's tomorrow?
We're flying to China.
What's the program?
There's no concert. It's a free evening.
Great.
Apparently, It's snowing in Beijing.
Imperial Hotel, Soeul
We're pretty spoilt in the LSO. We travel all over the world and get to stay in 5 star hotels. Vienna, Paris, Sydney, Berlin, Tokyo ...
Here in Seoul, South Korea it's no exception. We're staying at the IMPERIAL PALACE HOTEL, Very smart.
The bedrooms are a delight and the bathrooms are to lust over. Bath-robes and fluffy towels galore. Creams and potions for all skin types. Lights and mirrors every where.
Yesterday's drama took place when I was catching up with the Archers. I like to keep in touch with civilisation when I'm on tour. I listen via the podcast on an iPad. You can even take it with you to the loo. Very handy.
Well there I was in deepest Borsetshire but was ready to leave the bathroom and get to back to my duvet cloud. But hang on a second. Where was the loo paper?
What do you do when you look for loo paper and can't see any? Perhaps it's behind you. Still not there. Search everywhere but no roll, dispenser, box of tissues or anything within reach or even sight.
Easy to see from close up.
And then I spotted it. A small white box. It was bolted to the wall right next to my right hip. It had a screen, some buttons, diagrams and picture style writing.
OK. So this was it. A toilet paper replacement gadget.
But how are you supposed to read the instructions? They're tiny, not a word of English and positioned awkwardly. I don't have eyes in my hips.
I took another look around the bathroom for an alternative. There were lots of towels. But nothing else. Ruth was having whine on the Archers and I was getting nowhere.
There was only one thing for it. ... start pressing some buttons.
With trepidation I tried one.
There was some whirring and then a few seconds later, a warm airy sensation, rather pleasant I'm sure but not doing what I needed at that moment.
Eventually, after a few more trial and errors I hit lucky with a jet of water. A rather strange sensation, but after some wriggling it felt as if it must be doing the job.
How long do you jet for?
The Archers sig tune had finished and I hadn't even noticed tonight's cliff hanger.
Never mind I could always catch up later.
Drifting off to sleep back in my duvet cloud I couldn't help thinking about that warm air dryer. Could James Dyson do better? Perhaps not using something as strong as an Air-blade though if the crown jewels were to be preserved.
PS Tonight's concert was a great success and my friend Angela Barnes reassures me that there's loo paper in the drawer behind the little white panel. Obvious with hindsight.
Pps i've only just noticed that I didn't have the comments switched on. So please feel free to add comments to any of the previous posts. Thanks, Nigel
The Théâtre des Champs-Élysées is a theatre at 15 avenue Montaigne in Paris. It's where they threw rotten tomatoes at the first performance of the Rite Of Spring by Stravinsky.
My story is about a concert that happened shortly after I joined the orchestra in 1979.
The first half of the concert had passed quietly enough. But when we were leaving the stage for the interval someone called out "Mahler". And then someone else, then another. By the time we had returned to the stage after the interval the Parisien audience had turned into a mob. They were chanting like a football crowd. Mahler! Mahler! Mahler! There was no stopping them.
Claudio Abbado came on stage and defiantly, we started to play. The mob still shouting.
Tchaikovsky's Fourth Symphony has a fanfare opening. Our trumpets raised their bells and didn't hold back. The mob still wanted Mahler! Mahler!.
For the first 20 bars or so, it was no competition. Heckles raised, I've never heard our brass play louder. The audience didn't stand a chance. We drowned them out.
... but then there's a diminuendo ... and the mob took over.
Eventually Claudio Abbado gave up, put his baton down, left the stage and beckoned us follow.
The mob were in full flood now. They had won ... Mahler! Mahler! Mahler! Mahler!
Years later I became friends with the composer Bechara El Khoury. He was in the audience that night and continues the story from his seat in the stalls. Apparently the impresario came onto the empty stage to plead with the crowd. Claudio also came on and sat with his legs dangling over the edge.
Six weeks prior to the concert the programme had been changed from the advertised Mahler 5 to Tchaikovsky 4. He said he quite understood if people were upset. He was prepared to give them a full refund but only if they left the auditorium. Six people left.
Eventually we all came back on stage. There was a hush. Yes we started at the beginning again. (Sid Coulter, our first violin section comedian in residence, had asked if we would be continuing from Bar 26.)
It was an emotionally charged performance. Energies were high and we got through it without further interruption.
The audience went mad and were all on their feet for the applause.
As an impromptu encore we then and only then played some Mahler. It was the Adagio from the fifth symphony
After the concert Claudio took the entire orchestra out to dinner. Unfortunately I missed it as John Lawley and I took a sleeper down to the south west of France to call in on my wife's grandparents near Bordeaux.
They get Le Canard enchainé a french satirical newspaper. The review of the previous night's concert ... "Sometimes one goes to the theatre and hears music. Last night I went to a concert and saw theatre!". It continued " ... they obviously knew they were going to play Mahler because the harp was already on stage."
Wrong. There's a harp in our other encore Stravinsky's Firebird too.
Who's First?
There's a lot of flying involved with this job and over the years, in the background, a devious game is being played. It takes place in departure lounges all over the world. The players involved can be seen positioning themselves for any advantage they can get. Its like watching a chess game.
The game: Who's first onto the plane.
The players: LSO Leader Carmine Lauri and LSO Fourth Horn Jonathan Lipton.
The Rules: Anything goes. Limited only by ingenuity.
When did it begin? I wanted to interview them separately.
"Carmine, as a leader of the LSO, I notice that you're often last onto stage. How does this feel being last given your passion to be first on to an aeroplane?"
Carmine. One move ahead today?
Carmine. "Strange, but at least on the platform I know that there's a seat reserved."
"How long has this been going on?"
"Maybe over 15 years."
It started with Warwick Hill and Mike Humphrey. They worked as a pair. Cunning. One on each side of the shuttle bus so that one could be first up the steps onto the plane and save seats; usually by the emergency exit for the extra leg room.
The problem was with charter flights. The free seating. First come first served.
Jonathan. Today's winner?
Our 10 hour flight today is from London Heathrow to Seoul in Korea. I'm talking with Carmine who sitting across the aisle in row 32. Nobody has seen Jonathan. Perhaps he's booked himself on another flight.
No he's been spotted up the front in seat 1D. Business class!
One nil to Jonathan?
Carmine "He's fritted away his airmiles!!"
Four more flights on this tour. Game on..
Daylight but murky grey, acrid air. You can taste it.
On the way to a rehearsal..
But no this isn't China yet. This is London. We're getting ready for the tour.
Masks are being handed out. One time we were in China they'd moved 6 power stations out of the centre of Beijing to improve the air quality for the Olympics. But still the sun never managed to cut through the grey-yellow pollution.
This morning the live feed for Air Quality in Beijing is almost off the scale. Beijing Real-time Air Quality Index (AQI). 302 Hazardous Updated on Wed. 21:00 Temp.: 1°C. So definitely pack some thermal underwear!
But looking on the brighter side., the masks are the Aura 9332+ which we have a special little thing on the front to stop your face from overheating.
Also there may be some marvellous photo opportunities. LSO players doing Darth Vader impersonations.
I miss blue sky. I miss clean air. I miss peace and quiet.
Provence is looking good.
The garden in Provence
Saturday 11 February 2017
Snowing outside and thankfully its warm in Abbey Road Studio One.
It doesn't get much better than this. Recording tracks with Ella Fitzgerald. Orchestrated and conducted by Jorge Calandrelli.
Old standards that were originally recorded with a jazz trio now given an orchestral make-over. Fabulous.
Ella Fitzgerald
We have Ella in our cans ... Jorge's arrangement are a delight. A classy combination. It doesn't get much better than this
Four tracks in the afternoon: Bewitched, Misty, What Is There To Say and There's A Song In My Heart.
The evening session: I Get A Kick Out Of You, Let's Do It - Let's Fall In Love.
And then when I thought it couldn't get any better ... some duets with Louis Armstrong.
Let's Call The Whole Thing Off and They Can't Take That Away From Me.
Tomorrow's session is going to be Somebody To Watch Over Me, These Foolish Things, Making Whoopee, People Will Say We're In Love. ...
Can't wait.
Malkie and Colin listening to playback.
Produced by Juliette Pochin the CD is due out on the Verve label on April 8th to celebrate Ella's 100th birthday.
Christmas sorted early this year!
Every one is obsessed with watching a maestro. At least all people in the audience. Observing the audience from the stage when the maestro enters and takes a bow you can see that all eyes are absolutely glued on him/her.
Georg Solti.
I often sit on the stage edge in full view and on more than one occasion have dropped my trousers at this point but I swear nobody has ever noticed.
Chatting with members of the audience during the interval or sometimes after concerts I'm often asked what do I think of the maestro. And the answer ... "marvellous" ... of course.
But what do you see when you watch a maestro? As a player one occasionally finds oneself looking up to see what's going on.
People often ask, "how do you follow that? I didn't see a beat". Well guess what? If a maestro stops beating, does the orchestra stop? No. The orchestra spends its life playing together whatever is going on on the podium.
The only problem comes when just one section/player decides to follow the beat. As long as the orchestra universally has decided that the beat isn't being particularly useful then there is no problem.
At the end of the day if the orchestra isn't together, nobody is going to blame the maestro, because he/she doesn't actually make a sound. It amuses me when someone from the audience says that they heard such and such a maestro.
A few years ago, during an encore, a maestro having started the piece, then left the stage. The audience went into raptures. What a clever chap.
One of the frustrations of being a maestro must be when the orchestra doesn't follow your nuance of change of tempo. What does he/she do at that point? Go his/her own sweet way, parting company. Or ... follow the music?
When that relationship is established it's difficult to change.
Seriously though. Where do you see the beat?
Of course in the arms and hands. But next time you look, just see if the nodding of the head is doing the same as the arms. Often that is ahead or behind what the arms are doing. And then have a look to see if his/her foot isn't in fact even further in front or behind that. You start to see his/her trichotomy.
Case study
Salzburg festival. The maestro was Sir Georg Solti. The piece Mahler Symphony 5. The Adagietto. The hall full. The most elegantly dressed audience you have ever seen.
It's a slow movement. It got slower and slower. We waited for him .... he waited for us. Sir Georg was famous for his huge almost animal drive when conducting. ... he couldn't use it here.
The rehearsal the next day he was furious. "What happened", he screamed. He was famous for screaming. "Why didn't you play?", he asked. "I waited and waited and you didn't play!"
Well what a give away. He was waiting for us to play so that he could follow.
Don't worry maestri. All is not for nothing You give something for the audience to look at. They can see what a maestro is feeling about the music.
And, hey, have a look here ... the violas are about to come in ... as if they didn't know.
Yes it's to let you the audience know. What a clever chap.
There's always a sinking feeling when you get to a venue and you realise you made a mistake. Approaching, you realise that you've not seen any colleagues yet, and there's no sound of anyone warming up. Damn, wrong venue.
It happens to most people sooner or later. A quick phone call. I'm going to be late. Henry Wood Hall, not LSO St Luke's. Even worse if it's Walthamstow. Assembly Halls or Watford Town Hall.
This week it was my turn .... again. Arrived in good time, sounds of warming up, lots of colleagues. But wait. Why were they all looking so smart?
I'd checked. It was a schools concert. Schools concerts for us is to wear a brightly coloured shirt with black trousers. Yes I was wearing black trousers with a purple shirt. But there was something wrong.
Then I noticed. Yes everyone was looking smart because they all had black shirts. Oh no.
Why? This wasn't a usual children's concert. It was a performance of Stravinsky's Rite Of Spring using projected images, and a darkened stage with stand lights.
Not to worry. Carmine our leader said I wasn't the only one. There would be 30 minutes between the rehearsal and the show and time to nip down to M&S at Moorgate.
It was wet and trying to snow outside. The assistant in the men's department on the second floor said unfortunately he had sold the last 17 inch black shirt. Yes I would take the last remaining black shirt even if it were a 18 1/2 inch collar. Even if it would look like a tent. That was when Andrew Marriner our principal clarinet came out of the fitting room. Yes his 17 inch was fine.
RTFS
Eddie, a long time friend of the LSO had always the same seat at the front of the stalls. in fact Eddie was so keen he often turned up when we were on tour. New York, Florida, Paris, Berlin and even Tokyo. He like to sit near the front; he said he liked to see the whites of the players eyes. Always very elegant with his long flowing hair and bottle green velvet jacket.
On this particular morning we were rehearsing William Tell Overture. I’d invited Eddie to the rehearsal. The Barbican Concert Hall was empty except for a solitary Eddie sitting in the mid stalls. Not the usual place for him, but then its not everyday that you get a whole symphony orchestra to yourself.
The overture starts off serenely and Eddie looked suitably dreamy and away on some internal journey. After quite a while the music kicks off with the trumpets then comes the famous Lone Ranger gallop. No time here notice Eddie as its a bit busy in the fiddles. We crossed several prairies and then exactly 8 bars from the end is the final hurdle …. a bars rest. Yes nobody, nobody plays and there is silence for one bar and then comes the final 8 bars chase to the end. (It comes at 3 mins 11 secs on this video)
But for Eddie wasn’t to know. Its been long time tradition for orchestras (in rehearsals only) to stamp their feet twice in the bars rest. of course. if you’ve only ever heard a concert performance or listened to a recording you will have never heard this. Poor Eddie nearly fell out of his seat.
barbican hall stalls
view from Eddie's usual seat
.... another opens?
I joined the LSO on the 24th April 1979. Keen and eager and sitting near the front of the first violin section. On 25th November this year I'll be 65 years old, sitting nearer the back, and under the terms of the membership I'll be leaving the orchestra. Perhaps not quite so keen and eager, but hopefully a better musician. But as my long time friend and colleague Claire Parfitt keeps saying ... "there's many a good tune played on an old fiddle".
At the end of this year I'll be retiring to Tavernes, a small village in Provence.
Its a massive change going from a full time job in the LSO to a life in France. Someone said, it's like going from being a small fish in a big pond to being a big fish in a small pond. I'd like to explain that Flaque is french for puddle. Secheresse is when there's no water at all. ..... I thought it might help to write about it.
Its got to the stage now where most concerts Im playing pieces for the last time. And after 38 years, most pieces have a personal history to them. Some funny moments, some challenges, some delights and some train crashes too.
Playing in this band evokes profound feelings. I'm grateful for having had the privilege of playing with such great musicians and for having many as friends. I have been apprehensive about how to approach these final months. I'd like to treat it as a celebration.
cables at Abbey Road Studio this morning