... yesterday lunchtime was a window of unalloyed joy in an otherwise grey day ... and a first for me, being transported by lieder for heaven's sake ...
a lunchtime recital of Schubert's Dichterliebe by a young man no more than 17 accompanied by a senior member of staff, no mean pianist .... the young man is a baritone of pure and unforced clarity of tone ...
he held the structure and the language [german] throughout with just a very occasional strain, but he made each poem come alive with a delightfully artless expressiveness ... i can not now recall which poem is the one where the singer starts unaccompanied but i promise you that he held the whole church suspended in the air as he began and sustained it through the poem ... it was a magical moment ...
[i would name and place this but perhaps you will forgive a reticence on my part to put a young persons name on a public platform]
a lunchtime recital of Schubert's Dichterliebe by a young man no more than 17 accompanied by a senior member of staff, no mean pianist .... the young man is a baritone of pure and unforced clarity of tone ...
he held the structure and the language [german] throughout with just a very occasional strain, but he made each poem come alive with a delightfully artless expressiveness ... i can not now recall which poem is the one where the singer starts unaccompanied but i promise you that he held the whole church suspended in the air as he began and sustained it through the poem ... it was a magical moment ...
[i would name and place this but perhaps you will forgive a reticence on my part to put a young persons name on a public platform]
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