Julian Bream had no peer as an instrumentalist IMO. What he did with his guitar could be applied to almost any other instrument in terms of musicianship and he exuded a deep understanding of what the composer would have wanted. A great communicator and teacher, he gave pleasure to millions and opened the guitar repertoire to many unsuspecting listeners.
Julian Bream 1933-2020 RIP
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Originally posted by Joseph K View PostJust curious about how you came to know he's died?
2014 interview: https://classicalguitarmagazine.com/...ary-guitarist/Last edited by Keraulophone; 14-08-20, 09:49.
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The guitarist who inspired me to learn. He was a poet. I remember him describing how he coped with a phrase that he kept getting wrong: to practise, practise, practise until it was perfect, and it became easy. Then he would play it in public and get it wrong again.
It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Farewell, fellow south Londoner* - you were always my favourite among British masters of classical guitar, our Segovia, and I can't believe you were only 13 years older than myself, you had always seemed to be a household name for as long as I can remember.
*(adopted, or rather embraced, in my case).
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DoctorT
Have just watched the BBC1 news. Not a mention of Julian Bream. Doubtless if some unheard of rock musician had died it would have been headline news. There was however a tribute on Radio 4’s PM programme.
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I had the great pleasure of watching him performing Arnold's Guitar Concerto (written for him) at the Proms in 1991. Just one example of the immense influence Julian Bream had on the classical guitar (and lute) in this country. He also seemed to be a kind, humane man (see FF's example above). RIP.
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Originally posted by Historian View Post(see FF's example above). RIP.It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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