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Short Stories Of A Different Kind

Short Stories is an album with music from various composers performed beautifully by two young German musicians: Mark Schumann (cello) and Martin Klett (piano).

The short stories in this CD are encore pieces by a variety of performers and composers. Like an author’s collection of short stories, these pieces delight or thrill for a brief moment and do not require the commitment and engagement of a novel or, in this case, of a full concerto or a set of complete sonatas.

Short Stories is suitable to anyone who loves the sound of the cello or to someone who would like a gentle, elegant introduction to classical music. Read my full review.

In Time For Easter


Sacred Duets – an unusual work featuring repertoire that is seldom heard, well delivered by countertenor Valer Sabadus and soprano Nuria Rial owner of a lovely clear, pure and pristine voice. Whether you are religious or not this comes just in time for Easter.  Review can be read here or by clicking on above CD cover.

 

 

Perahia’s Beethoven’s Fifth Piano Concerto – a Treasure!

Murray Perahia turns 70 years old this April but his electrifying, extraordinary performances are not getting old. They are as fresh today as they were when he won the International Leeds Piano Competition in 1972. I was privileged to be at the Barbican Hall on Fri 07 April to see and hear his performance of Beethoven’s masterful Piano Concerto No. 5, known as “Emperor” in English-speaking countries. Perahia’s rendition, supported by the excellent Academy of St. Martin in the Fields, was simply magnificent and received a well-deserved standing ovation at the end. Read my review HERE or click on one of the pictures.

 

Sad is the world and the future dark

Powerless

There’s a light against the sky
like the flicker of a candle;
always shiny, always bright
though it’s more than I can handle.
Darkness descends from a height
shutting the stars and the flames
like a bold warrior knight
whose death no-one claims.

I stretch my hand, feel the cold
the powder-like pristine snow;
its beauty precious as gold
shimmering in the sun’s glow.
Where’s the grace?
Where’s the light?
The tender touch on my face
and the energy to fight?

The world is slowly dark
the heart numb and so sad –
no beauty, no happy spark
just the spectres of the dead.

Upon Brexit and the new US President Donald Trump

To Gerda – In Memoriam

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THE END

Out of my window shines the silver moon
but sadness floods silently my heart.
My chest fills quietly with gloom
and dry, invisible tears pull me apart.

Birds continue to fly,
Rivers don’t stop their flow,
Forests still reach for the sky
And stars maintain their glow.

The sea persists in its motion,
Children still play on the sands.
Suitors search for a love potion
with flowers dancing in their hands.

The sun covered its light
And in my chest a red rose bled.
Her future is no longer bright
It was the end. Gerda is dead.

Poem by me / Photograph: Malcolm Bull