That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour.
|Harberton Village Hall 20th October 2012|
Andrew is no doubt presently admonishing the heavenly choirs to sing what 's written and not to rush it, but many still earthbound miss his inspiration. And this was ably demonstrated by the number and variety of musicians who enjoyed giving up their normal Saturday activities to join us and play.
|Desperate Measures plus|
|The Shack Band|
|Lewis Riley leads a big band|
Credit for the organisation of the event must go Mick Johnson, the ubiquitous bass player on the day, and to Charlie Lowe and Jo Talbot of Desperate Measures. We were also well supported on the afternoon by many helpers who set up tables, served tea, washed up and provided general conviviality.
Oh, and delicious cakes were made...
Somehow, our events always seem to involve food.
I hope that video of much of the event will be available in a week or three for those interested (I need a few free days to put it all together).
My words really cannot do justice the music we enjoyed that day, nor to the atmosphere that surrounded us, so I'll sign off the way I started with the same slightly pretentious thespian style:
"The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night
And his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music."
(Merchant of Venice)