I am delighted to announce that I will be Composer in Residence at Cambridge Corn Exchange for the 2016-17 season! Some tremendous projects are underway, beginning with a new work for Alison Balsom’s recital in February. I will be the first ever Composer in Residence and hope that Cambridge Live continues its impressively forward-thinking commitment to new music and to creative innovation. Stay tuned at http://www.cornex.co.uk/ 🙂
Wednesday saw a stunning performance of a new commission for string orchestra and solo violin from the incredible Esther Yoo, members of the Philharmonia Orchestra and advanced young string players from Cambridge, conducted by Vladimir Ashkenazy. The concert also included Sibelius’ Violin Concerto and Rachmaninov’s The Rock and Third Symphony. Reviews were glowing!
My new song cycle, Nocturne, was inspired by Britten’s song cycle of the same title. It was commissioned by Aldeburgh Music and performed by tenor Alex Aldren, members of the Britten-Pears Young Artist Programme, Aldeburgh Young Musicians and Aldeburgh Music’s Middle East Orchestral Development Programme, conducted by Jay Crossland.
So Aldeburgh Music are going totally insane for the Britten Centenary weekend… and so am I! An SATB piece which I wrote specially for Ipswich School Chapel Choir will be given its premiere in this concert, including music from Anna Meredith and from the BBC Symphony Orchestra. Everything will be broadcast live on Radio 3, so tune in! It will also be available on the Radio 3 website for 7 days after the event.
Hi there! Over the coming months, I will be setting a collection of poems which I wrote using only fridge magnets entitled They Told Me That Your Name Was Fontybell. When the score is finished, I will post it here and shortly afterwards I hope to make a recording, which I will also make freely available. Here is the text of the poems:
I. Between every red summer & harsh heavy winter, a soft frosty rustle in an ornamental wind rock said of the exotic morning bouquet only dead exploded murmurs coloured like a tree trunk and blisteringly quiet; but I almost wilt on fertile soil to see the sun roll off my cat (though she soon coaxes it out of shades).
II. I withered as a moist mossy stone let flower when there burst through tranquil light my full spring song like water blooming so hot beneath sweet ripe fruit, always blue with sacred secret love from earthly life.
III. A blanket could breathe this night; if air is live rain above cloud and garden bush we struggle at nature, never fresh; for listen; peace.
IV. Cut vegetable works, then thrive.
V. Have you nothing, who strollest? Why ask? Some wild yellow trowel-berry clump must reflect you, worm-killer, brown rose, weed, plant manure.
VI. He would dig me up by hand come Fall, but protect our tendril cellar, which longed after an house-pot sanctuary. Temperature was here; relax; eat; grow; do sprout; make him green; did that say bulb-hole?
VII. Use firm root-bug species; they shine more.
VIII. Ground hard yard path too; how has kid bee conditions? Be at leave about eden vine; will climb.
Wish me luck!