Friday, 5 December 2014
Half a century ago Peter Roberts and I were members of the Royal Liverpool Philharmonic Society and attended all the Tuesday Subscription Concerts, Saturday Concerts and most of the Industrial Concerts: having season tickets for the same seats year after year. Then life got in the way of our shared times together. I married and moved into darkest Cheshire and Peter went into the Church and became an Anglican priest eventually in South Africa where he died.
During that half century I never lost my love of the music which has been a constant companion through the Bad Days and the Good Days. Yesterday, for the first time since I moved to Lewis, I went to an orchestral concert. I went with Anna to The Glasgow City Halls (a wonderfully refurbished modern venue) to hear a concert by the BBC Scottish Symphony Orchestra which was being broadcast on Radio 3. There is something quite engrossing in watching a pianist (Javier Perianes in this concert) play a concerto one thinks one knows so well having played the CD scores of times over the years. And there is something wonderful about not being able to do anything other than watch and listen and be swallowed up by the emotion of the music and the performance.
We are going to another concert at the City Halls on Monday evening. I'm quite excited.
[The images are downloaded from Google images.]