Berberis' World

Saturday, 17th December 2005, St Mary’s Church, Lewisham.

Magnificat – Paul Patterson

Carols for choir and audience: Once in Royal David’s City/O Magnum Mysterium (Gabrieli)/The Cherry Tree Carol/Of the Father’s Heart Begotten/Hodie Christus Natus Est/Stille Nacht/Hark! The Herald Angels Sing/Here We Come A-wassailing/While Shepherds Watched/The Twelve Days of Christmas.

Conducted by Stefan Reid and Andrew Dutson

Accompanied by The Aurelian Ensemble

Trumpets: Alex Cromwell, Dom Field, Giles Liddiard, Ruth Woodhams

Trombones: Lewis Edney, Robb Tooley, Robert Workman

Tuba: Simon Roberts

Timpani and percussion: Sacha Johnson, Emily Morris

The opening piece was Magnificat (Opus 75, 1993) by Paul Patterson.

The last Magnificat we sang was by Cecilia McDowall, and I’m afraid that – for me – both that and this work by Paul Patterson suffer from the same thing: trying too hard. For this Magnificat, it was the the trumpets, the syncopation, the tambourine, the lack of any identfiable melody, the overall twee-ness. None of this is the fault of the composer or the musicians – the tingle factor was, for me, competely absent. So it was a good thing we sang it first to get it out of the way, leaving the carols for the much more traditional, and peronsally enjoyable, second half.

Saturday, 12th March 2005, St Mary’s Church, Lewisham.

Matthias: Shakespeare Songs: Under the greenwood tree/Full fathom five/Lawn as white as driven snow/Sigh no more, ladies/Crabbed age and youth/Dirge/It was a lover and his lass/Blow, blow, thou winter wind

Solos by Kate Mapp: Who is Sylvia? (Franz Schubert)/Full fathom five (Robert Johnson)/Who is Sylvia? (Gerald Finzi)

Shearing: Songs and Sonnets from Shakespeare: Live with me and be my love/When daffodils begin to peer/It was a lover and his lass/Spring(when daises pied)/Who is Sylvia?/Fie on sinful fantasy/Hey, ho, the wind and the rain

Solos by Kate Mapp: It was a lover and his lass (Roger Quilter)/Take, O, take those lips away (Madeline Dring)/When daisies pied (Thomas Arne)/The Compleat Works (John Dankworth)

Rutter: Birthday Madrigals: It was a lover and his lass/Draw on, sweet night/Come live with me/My true love hath my heart/When daisies pied

I preferred the Rutter to the Shearing, which was a little too ‘Sing Something Simple’ for my taste.

Saturday, 11th December 2004, St Mary’s Church, Lewisham.

This concert opened with the standard Once in royal David’s city, before the main feature Ottorino Respighi’s Lauda per la Nativita del Signore.

You’d be forgiven for thinking that Ottorino Respighi was old. Renaissance old, rather than chronologically. Perhaps it’s the name. But no. Maestro Respighi was born in 1879 and died, somewhat earlier than he might have wanted, in 1936. Positively modern.

It’s much more to do with the fact that the depth and breadth of my musical knowledge is woefully inadequate. The most basic research reveals that Respighi was deeply interested in music from the 16th and 17th century, and it sounds like it, too.

I don’t mean that in a disparaging way; it’s actually a very lovely piece. We were accompanied by The Aurelian Woodwind Ensemble, using the original instrumentation.

Also on the menu: O come, O come, Emmanuel – Adam lay ybounden – I sing of a maiden – Of the Father’s Heart begotten – Nativity Carol – Myn lyking – Run, Shepherds, Run! & The Three Kings by Jonathan Dove – O come, all ye faithful – Sir Christemas

Soloists for the Respighi were Rosalind Waters (soprano), Kate Mapp (mezzo-soprano), Vernon Kirk (tenor). Katrine Reimers and Robert Hunter played the piano, and Andrew Dutson the organ.

Saturday, 14th November 2004, Broadway Theatre, Catford.

I learned to read music in the same manner that I learned German; (a) because I had to and, subsequently, (b) without a great deal of enthusiasm. Therefore, as I struggled to learn this new and strange language which was the choral movement of Beethoven’s 9th Symphony, at break-neck speed, it became increasingly obvious that I should have paid more attention in lessons. The text I could do – the little dots on sticks were far more daunting.

Chorus Director Stefan Reid instructed, cajoled, and encouraged us to infuse our performance with the zeal Beethoven heard in his head. To be fair, poor old Ludwig could only hear it in his head, being almost totally deaf when he composed it. I think it shows; lots of high As for the sops (which he may have been able to hear) and not much of interest for anyone else. As a mezzo soprano (a.k.a. contralto or, incorrectly but most commonly, alto) the 9th is pretty dull.

However, when you’re on stage, one small step from a four-foot drop into the orchestra’s brass section, large bright lights shining in your eyes, in front of a live audience who’ve actually paid to be there, it becomes the most terrifying roller-coaster ride since the Corkscrew at Alton Towers.

Under the energetic baton of Robert Trory, it was over almost before I realised, and I found myself standing with a huge and stupid grin on my face as the audience expressed their approval in the time-honoured but bizarre tradition of slapping your palms loudly together. It was hugely exhilarating and instantly addictive. I came off stage wanting to sing the whole thing again immediately.

I’d like to thank the Academy… no. I want to thank my GP who, when I was suffering from chronic depression, referred me to a project designed to get the chronically depressed doing something they enjoyed. I enrolled on an acapella singing course run by a smiling lady with a guitar who, every Monday between 10 and 12, taught us new songs and old songs and, crucially, that it is possible to perform solo in front of an audience (albeit a very small one) and not die from the gut-roiling, heart-pounding, skin-crawling, sweaty palmed terror. Thanks, Dr P and Annie.