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  • edashtav
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    • Jul 2012
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    The Show Must Go On

    This thread was inspired by the recent posting about "E-string" that was initiated by this piece in The Times:
    Royal Northern Sinfonia/Rubikis at Sage, Gateshead

    Richard Morrison
    Published at 12:01AM, February 2 2015
    Rated to 4 stars

    Hearing the spirited Royal Northern Sinfonia play in its magnificent home is always a pleasure, but this concert was made doubly fascinating by an extraordinary incident. Shortly into the finale of Prokofiev’s Second Violin Concerto the young soloist, Hyeyoon Park, snapped the E-string on her fiddle. That helter-skelter movement has barely half a bar of respite for the soloist, but in one of those half-bars Park swivelled to the RNS’s legendary leader, Bradley Creswick, who — as if by telepathy — instantly handed her his instrument and took hers.

    Creswick then looked pleadingly round his colleagues while the Prokofiev swirled onwards (I should add that this was being broadcast live on Radio 3), and someone in the second violins passed him a new E-string in plastic packaging. After several unsuccessful attempts to open it with his fingers he ripped the plastic with his teeth, and proceeded to fix and tune the new E-string in about 19 seconds.

    By this time, however, the music was hurtling towards the final, terrifying passage in which the soloist must deliver thousands of prestissimo semiquavers. To play this live on radio on someone else’s fiddle could be professional suicide. So in another half-bar’s respite, Park spun round again, reclaimed her own instrument and returned Creswick’s. The manoeuvre was conducted with such choreographic precision by both musicians that you might have thought they had rehearsed it, and Park went on to play the ending with fierce ebullience.

    That old showbiz adage — the show must go on — can rarely have been so nervelessly upheld. The trouble was that the Incredible Fiddle Exchange was the only thing anyone talked about afterwards, which was rather sad for the young Latvian conductor Ainars Rubikis. His interpretations of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony and Mark-Anthony Turnage’s rather depressing A Quiet Life weren’t bad — but he had been comprehensively upstaged by an E-string."


    I sent a copy to a former boarder, hornspieler and he was inspired to write to me concerning some of his scrapes. These I've chopped into individual anecdotes that I shall feed into the thread to maintain momentum So, the aim here is to tell of occasions when the musical boat has been close to the rocks but... somehow.. has survived to find calm waters. From time to time, I shall add parallel stories from my own amateur life in music. Here goes with HS's first story:

    I’m going to start back to my first experience in my second year at the RAM.

    Every term, there is a special Chamber Music Concert given for students and public in the Duke’s Hall.

    Christmas Term 1950
    The leading violinist at that time was Arthur Davison, who led the Academy’s 1st orchestra and who was studying conducting under Clarence Raybould.

    The work to be played was, as I recall, a piece called “Madame Noy” but it matters not.
    What happened was that Arthur’s E string broke during the final movement. Undeterred, he completed the performance playing on the “A” string – getting perilously close to the wrong side of the bridge at times!

    (We grew very close over the next few years – I played for him with his various orchestras, both professional and amateur and we were together at the memorial concert for Dennis Brain, held in the Dukes Hall in 1957, where I played the Ravel “Pavane pour une infante defunte” as the opening work. I was Player-Manager in his Virtuosi of England until I joined the BBC in 1973 and subsequently coached his Croydon Youth Orchestra and the Welsh National Youth Orchestra. Arthur succumbed to diabetes while I was living in Portugal, but Pamela and I flew back to England for his memorial concert in the Fairfield Hall, conducted by his son, Darren.).
    Last edited by edashtav; 04-02-15, 17:14. Reason: clarification
  • Nick Armstrong
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    • Nov 2010
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    #2
    Originally posted by edashtav View Post
    this was being broadcast live on Radio 3...

    ...The trouble was that the Incredible Fiddle Exchange was the only thing anyone talked about afterwards
    I happened to be listening live at the time and it was also the only thing the excitable and (I find) annoyingly naive presenter Adam Tomlinson could talk about - repeatedly... He babbled on about what an incredibly eventful performance it had been. Fair enough, worth a mention and a compliment, but...

    It was an odd week, as the same babbling excitement by Mr Tomlinson was produced during the live Tuesday evening concert from Nottingham, after Julian Bliss's bassett-clarinet failed him in some way during the Mozart and he had to repair it with cigarette papers and the like, actually discussing his repairs with the audience as he was dealing with them.... He went on to give - I thought - a super performance of the slow movement and finale. Mr Tomlinson was duly agog at the end.

    Does it happen at all concerts AT commentates on, I wonder... Is there a pattern developing? Saves him having to talk about the music, after all...
    "...the isle is full of noises,
    Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
    Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
    Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."

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    • edashtav
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      • Jul 2012
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      #3
      And from my own experience ( teaching in a secondary school):

      With a young colleague, I decided to revive the school's annual "School Opera" which had suffered an hiatus for a number of years because the Director of Music was unofficially "working to rule" because his post was rewarded meagrely - he was on a basic teacher's salary. For our first effort, we chose "Iolanthe" by "G&S". Being young and enthusiastic, I thought that the staff would rally round, that, for instance, the Domestic Science teacher would "get her girls" (those were the days!) to run up some costumes, etc. There was no problem with "Smithy" in his "Smutroom", "Yes, Ed, whatever props you want will be made by "my boys" . "By the way, Ed, can we use the revolving stage that I built for "Oliver"? {No - I didn't fancy a revolving House of Lords.} I threw myself into the production - I was in charge of "the orchestra"-, and thought to myself costumes would appear with a wave of the fairy's wand. After all, this was a School Production, the School , that dated back to the 15th century, could not lose face; once the performance dates are announced everyone would get knitting. It didn't happen and a fortnight before the first night, I was phoning costumiers up and down England. Oh dear, ...their charges! But one man, who sounded rather upper class, if a bit squiffy, had a complete set at a rock bottom price. Unbelievable, thank you God! "Can I bring my producer over to look over your stock, please." "Yes." We were directed to some old, prefabs at the end of nowhere beyond the last railway siding. The owner reeked of cigarette smoke and his dank emporium smelled foul. "Only, the best, used by the BBC for a TV production." I smelled a rat ... well, literally dozens ... each of the brilliant gowns was ripped and had been crudely stitched back together. Clearly, this load should have been destroyed or recycled but had fallen ... OUR SHOW MUST GO ON. We offered much less than the proprietor had demanded on the phone - he accepted with alacrity. The vast cane trunks were loaded into our vehicle and we sped back to school, afraid at every turning that we might be tailed by police looking for stolen goods.

      The cast were delighted - "It's real fur, Sir." - and the BBC's costume department's expertise made up for any vocal sins of omission by our youngsters. But, then came the episode of the bosom ... more of that later!
      Last edited by edashtav; 04-02-15, 17:55. Reason: clarification

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      • Nick Armstrong
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        • Nov 2010
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        #4
        Originally posted by teamsaint
        looking for patterns is a very interesting activity.

        One of the patterns apparent here is that every time you "happen" to listen in, Cals, all the instruments start breaking.

        Just saying, is all.....
        Not so, I heard a lot of the Lighthouse Chopin PC, and the instrument remained intact, as far as I know, and as you are able to testify first hand, ts! And Martin Handley was presenting...
        "...the isle is full of noises,
        Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
        Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
        Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."

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        • teamsaint
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          • Nov 2010
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          #5
          Originally posted by Caliban View Post
          Not so, I heard a lot of the Lighthouse Chopin PC, and the instrument remained intact, as far as I know, and as you are able to testify first hand, ts! And Martin Handley was presenting...
          well one of the Horns ( and nobody else much) shoved off after the overture, which may be significant.

          More than just cracked notes?
          I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.

          I am not a number, I am a free man.

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          • Nick Armstrong
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            • Nov 2010
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            #6
            Originally posted by teamsaint View Post
            well one of the Horns ( and nobody else much) shoved off after the overture, which may be significant.

            More than just cracked notes?
            "...the isle is full of noises,
            Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
            Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
            Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."

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            • Tony Halstead
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              • Nov 2010
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              #7
              the overture
              which was? ( sorry, I missed it)

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              • teamsaint
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                • Nov 2010
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                #8
                Originally posted by Tony View Post
                which was? ( sorry, I missed it)
                Berlioz. le Corsaire.

                Great stuff.

                But did for one of the brass section, aparently.
                I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.

                I am not a number, I am a free man.

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                • edashtav
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                  • Jul 2012
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                  #9
                  To carry on where I left off
                  But, then came the episode of the bosom ... more of that later!
                  The Queen was a pretty upper 6th girl who was well-endowed both physically and musically - she was a fine flautist. Let me put you in the picture. She was centre-stage, at the front of its apron, below her was the pit orchestra with its mixture of students, teachers and the occasional stiffening pro. Most were feminine but at the back of the orchestra was a headmaster playing bassoon, and a professional young trumpeter. Of course, they were looking at the conductor and away from the Queen. She sang," Oh foolish fay, Think you because His brave array, my [B]bosom shows[/B]" , and she tailed away emitting a polite, little shriek. Recollection suggests that the bassoonist was mid-toot whilst the trumpeter was silent. Suddenly, the bass line failed and all the conductor could see were the back of heads that were craned upwards. Fortunately, we had a piano as "continuo" and the Show Went On- though there were titters, there were no tits.

                  I suspected that our Queen was, in her own words, "an amorous dove" and she'd staged the "happening"[Do you remember happenings?]. If memory serves me correctly the Queen went on to marry the trumpeter in real life!
                  Last edited by edashtav; 04-02-15, 19:01. Reason: clarification

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                  • edashtav
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                    • Jul 2012
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                    #10
                    Another story from hornspieler:


                    Christmas Term 1951

                    I played in that term’s concert in the Poulenc Trio for Trumpet, Horn and Trombone with Peter Owen and Haydn Trotman. No broken strings there.
                    (After a very brief spell in Bournemouth, Peter went into show business together with his wife, Patricia Hodge. Dai Trotman went from Covent Garden to the Welsh National Orchestra as Manager)

                    Easter Term 1952

                    Once more unto the breech with the Schubert Octet. No broken strings there either, but memorable because I was performing alongside my old schoolmate Keith Deacon (Clarinet) – we were known at school as “Bubble and Squeak”. Lost contact when he moved to the BBC Northern Orchestra in 1954.

                    Summer Term 1952

                    My last year at the RAM and a record set for playing in more than one work at an RAM Chamber Recital.

                    Part One was the Mozart Piano and Wind quintet with Annemarie Scheltemer at the piano.
                    Per Dwyer (oboe) Keith Deacon (again) and Jane Bennet (bassoon).

                    Part Two was the Brahms Horn Trio with William Reid (violin) and John Streets (piano)

                    …. And here we come to the grand finale

                    In the final movement, Bill’s E string snapped! He could only apologise and leave the stage to fit a new string. John and I decided to stay on the platform to avoid losing our audience.

                    E string replaced and we restarted the last movement. Gratifying (or was it sympathetic) applause.

                    Afterwards, I was approached by a student who was in his first year and was studying horn under Aubrey Brain.

                    “Great horn playing” he said, “I wish I could play like that”

                    “Let’s get a cup of tea” I said “ and tell me all about yourself.”

                    He was new to the horn, he said. He originally played cornet in the famous “Bessie’s o’ the Barn” brass band but on being called up for National Service, he applied for the RAF Central Band and found there were no vacancies. So he offered to play the horn (thinking they would use tenor horns as at Bessie’s) and found himself with this strange instrument, the sound of which he rather liked. So demob, he applied for RAM and accepted with alacrity by Aubrey Brain. I sort of took him under my wing and offered him to play second horn to me on outside engagements, to supplement his meagre subsistence allowance. When I was finally caught by conscription into the RA Band, he auditioned for the Hallé orchestra and was accepted as 5th horn, (bumper up to the [… adjective omitted] Maurice Handford – another Bishop Wordsworth former pupil.)

                    and that was how hs met the late, great Ifor James

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                    • edashtav
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                      #11
                      School for Swingers and Silence!

                      Two of us spent a morning rigging the school hall: wires criss-crossed the space, from them dangled microphones on differing lengths of lead perched above a variety of speakers, each fed from a different amplifier. Yes, we were set for a special afternoon introducing 20th century music to our 5 and 6 form music students. Our pièce de resistance was to be Steve Reich's Pendulum Music. The piece started to swing at 2.30pm, my word was it "in yer face" in our small school hall Percy (Gliding Tones) Grainger, eat your heart out.

                      Soon, the message came down from Mrs C. who taught English in an adjoining classroom. "Please, Ed, shut up, I can't hear myself teach."

                      I returned the message, "The Show Must Go On - it's part of the A-level syllabus. Have no fear, it will end in ten minutes, or so, and I can guarantee that our next piece by John Cage will cause you no problems.Sorry, ED"
                      Last edited by edashtav; 06-02-15, 12:27. Reason: addition

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                      • edashtav
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                        #12
                        Camille Saint-Saens Went On Playing

                        I've just been reading my local rag for May 18th, 1901.
                        This piece caught my eye:

                        The extreme near-sightedness of Camille Saint-Saens, the well-known French composer, is illustrated by the following story.
                        Being asked to play something at a party in Paris, he extemporised for an hour in the most brilliant fashion. Then some of the guests began to leave, and after two hours the rest took their departure. The hostess retire to bed, and the master of the house alone remained in the room, but still Saint-Saens, lost in his musical reverie, and not perceiving that the guests had departed, played on. At last, about 2 a.m.,seeing Saint-Saens playing with more ardour than ever, the host, completely overcome with fatigue, became desperate, and said: "I beg your pardon, my dear sir, but pray, are you not a little fatigued?"
                        Saint-Saens replied without leaving the piano, "Not in the least," and to show how fresh he was, struck into a new improvisation with wilder enthusiasm than ever.
                        The host gave it up, stole quietly out of the room, and retired to bed.
                        At daybreak, Saint-Saens arose, gravely bowed to the tables and empty chairs, and went home, completely ignorant that the chairs and tables had been for hours his only audience.
                        Last edited by edashtav; 07-02-15, 16:49. Reason: typo

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                        • teamsaint
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                          • Nov 2010
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                          #13
                          Lovely Saint-Saens story Ed.


                          I'm sure FoR3 Forum members would have stayed up for the full performance!
                          I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.

                          I am not a number, I am a free man.

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                          • edashtav
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                            #14
                            For All the Saints!

                            Originally posted by teamsaint View Post
                            Lovely Saint-Saens story Ed.


                            I'm sure FoR3 Forum members would have stayed up for the full performance!
                            Yes, we're all for the Saints!

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                            • Nick Armstrong
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                              • Nov 2010
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                              #15
                              Indeed, one up for team saint-saens!

                              If only one could say the same of proceedings at Loftus Road.
                              "...the isle is full of noises,
                              Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
                              Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
                              Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."

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