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In December 2016 I wrote a tribute to a recently departed friend and fellow musician. It turned into a piece that feels like an essential element of this site. I can’t link to it, because the site I posted it on no longer exists, so I’ve pasted it in here. December 21st 2016 Ifor Back
Music in a child’s ears There was always music playing in the house I grew up in (except when there was football on the telly). My earliest musical memory is Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony. I have a possibly romanticized recollection of my mother putting that on the record player while she did the housework. Apart from
2 May 2023 One of those legs belongs to my friend Helen Tyrrell. The other is mine. Helen’s’s having a hip replacement today. She posted a blog a few days ago provoked/inspired by the bodily suffering that has required today’s operation: Helen asked herself how we can extract something positive from an experience we’d rather
Music, the more-than-human and cousin George Human I was about 10 years old the last time I saw cousin George. I remember him as this kind of romantic figure in his RAF uniform (the UK still had National Service back then). He was grown up but with an enthusiasm a child could recognize. I remember
Being Somewhere 