Friday, June 10, 2011
A stately march through immaculate cloisters...
I am missing music.
Music is in my head, always, always has been, but I miss making music. I miss mine wending through a forest of voices, gossamer contrary lines weaving a tapestry of sound that is at once memorable, elusive and always dazzling. I really need to find someone to sing with.

For now, though, the music of others will suffice. I loved singing the music of Henry Purcell, and though this is not a vocal piece, I find this rendering of his Music for the Funeral of Queen Mary to be utterly bewitching.

Five instruments alone, and yet there is such breadth of sound and energy as to delight one. Hear the initial exposition of the mournful tune, then once-more-with-feeling more pronounced rancor at the grief, the outrage of loss. I love that some music is simply too good for words. That won't stop me rattling on, of course.

Suffice to say I love this so hard:



Baroque Brass of London
Mark Bennet (Flatt Trumpet)
Crispian Steele-Perkins (Slide Trumpet)
Michael Laird (Slide Trumpet)
Ron Bryans (Sackbut)
Robert Howes (Percussion)
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