A painful silence

Very odd feeling of displacement today. It is Palm Sunday and tomorrow we enter Holy Week. It is odd and unsettling because I have sung Mass at the Holy Redeemer & St Thomas More, Chelsea, every Sunday almost without exception, for the past unbelievable 30-odd years.

This church has always been a vibrant stream to me, its current running through my family’s life: my parents’ wedding; all family christenings, First Holy Communions, weddings (including mine); my dad’s funeral; singing Sunday Mass since I was 12.

I have sung all these years too at parishioners’ weddings, the baptisms of their children, the funerals of their loved ones, singing families through their life span; at society weddings and funerals (including Richard Harris’ funeral where, at the end, Russell Crowe lobbed a brick from a skip through the window of a house opposite the church because he spotted a pap); and now this much-loved parish church is closed and the choir – historic in the rediscovery of Spanish Renaissance church music in modern times, and arguably responsible for its ubiquity now in the church music canon – is silent. It is literally a dislocation.

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Before I sound as though I am claiming a unique loss, this is of course felt acutely by all the musicians in the land. For the time being there are no Sunday mornings where I make my way through the quiet London streets which are peopled mainly, at that hour, by office cleaners and church musicians. I don’t get to pinpoint these fellow musicians’ places of work which are identifiable by, severally, an array of tell-tale traits: smart attire and well-brushed side partings, pressed trousers, reusable coffee cup in hand (male, Anglo-Catholic); smart-skirted outfit, neatly brushed hair, coffee cup (female, Anglo-Catholic); not so smart, red-eyed, coffee cup (male and female, Roman Catholic, cassocks often available); and Worzel Gummidge, traces of egg sandwich in hair, trailed by child glued to iPad and excitable corgi moulting like a bastard (me, Holy Redeemer). And the absence of all this feels strange and not pleasant.

I used to know a labrador who, it was claimed, could tell when the day was a Sunday when he needn’t bother getting out of his bed all excited as he knew he wouldn’t get his walk until after his family had been to church. His knowledge of the liturgical calendar was further suspected to be more accurate than most when he also failed to rise early from his bed on Holy Days of Obligation. And I too feel a bit as if this deeply ingrained rhythm to my week, to my year, has been taken away, and I am floating, uneasily unanchored; currently I don’t know when or if walkies will be on the menu. These are strange days and I don’t claim a special take on all of this, just a small personal view of this Sunday’s lack of music and church.

And more importantly, all on my own in Lockdownland, I can’t recreate the sound that I and my fellow choristers make on Maundy Thursday when we begin Duruflé’s sinuous and reflective setting of the Tantum Ergo; or when we lean together into the achingly plangent suspensions of ‘Jerusalem desolata est’ in Byrd’s Civitas Sancti Tui; the joyous anticipation when the cantor sings ‘Dum transisset’ heralding the sublime opening to Taverner’s motet for Easter Day. These shared understandings between musicians as we make music together, the unspoken congruity (on a good day with a fair wind behind us) of our tuning, timing, sense of the text, the beauty of a final chord held as if between heaven and earth in the church’s fine acoustic, or the look of mischievous pleasure we might exchange at a particularly filthy false relation, none of these things can I do alone, or on Zoom, or Skype. The lack of all of this – the music, the singers, my friends – feels a bit like grief. Anyway, you musicians out there, you don’t need me to tell you how it feels.

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My 7-year-old daughter has taken in liturgical music quite literally with her mother’s milk (old party trick). She has spent years of Sundays drawing pictures in the choir loft, and at least three Easter Vigils asleep on a coat on the dusty floor at her singing-mother’s feet. She will feel this gap, this absence too, whether she will be able to articulate it thus or not, and I am sad for her that she must miss the whole of this extraordinary and wonderful period in the liturgical year. We all feel the absence. We will, of course, come out of this eventually and things will move on, but I doubt that the old ‘normal’ will be fully restored for any of us. By our experiences of this frightening and peculiar time, the adjustments and sudden adaptations that we’ve had to make, I suspect we will all be changed. Whether for the better or the worse is the big question.

The Choir of Our Most Holy Redeemer and St Thomas More, Cheyne Row, Chelsea


Folle Cor: Philomel at the Barn Church

Philomel’s last performance was an evening of 17th century passion and intimacy. ‘Folle Cor’ presented duets and trios from the courts of Northern Italy, by composers including Mazzocchi, Strozzi, Monteverdi, Luzzaschi and Casulana, on the themes of love and obsession. This was Philomel’s first programme of purely historical repertoire.

Here is a short video of sopranos Janet Oates, Suzy Robinson and Charlotte Bröker accompanied by Michael Keen and Arngeir Hauksson in the enchanting candle-lit venue of the Barn Church, Kew (http://barnchurchkew.uk/).

Philomel at the Barn Church, Kew, November 2019

Cecilia Sings: Philomel in concert 4 May 2019

The six sopranos of Philomel will be performing their Cecilia Sings concert on Saturday 4 May, 7.30pm, at St George the Martyr, Southwark. It will be a repeat of the eclectic programme performed at the Swiss Church, Covent Garden, last autumn. 

With music by early 17th century composers such as Barbara Strozzi, Maddalena Casulana and Domenico Mazzocchi, alongside specially commissioned works by Dominic McGonigal, Sheena Phillips, Joel Järventausta and Janet Oates, this promises to be an unforgettable evening of sublime music. 
Here is a short video of highlights from Cecilia Sings Cecilia Sings
Tickets can be bought in advance here https://www.ticketsource.co.uk/philomel or on the door.
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Après un rêve (Op. 7, No. 1), Gabriel Fauré

Sure on this shining night, Samuel Barber


O Waly Waly, Benjamin Britten


Ave Maria (extract), Bach-Gounod 


Domine Deus, Antonio Vivaldi (live recording from Santa Maria in Aquiro, Rome)

Pie Jesu, Gabriel Fauré

Musical Miniatures

Philomel is back with some socially-distant workshop-recordings of newly written musical miniatures. Stay, O Sweet from Virelais is a setting of words by John Donne by Canadian-born Glasgow-based composer Emily Doolittle.

Recorded in Richmond Unitarian Church, August 2020. Suzy Robinson, Janet Oates and Michael Keen perform.

Stay O Sweet (video)



Never work with…

…children or animals.

It was a beautiful christening at the Temple Church. Jimmy the corgi was pretty restrained on the whole. He only barked at the vicar once, growled but momentarily at the sleeping Knights, and while he did bite at his backside vigorously as I sang a bit of Mozart, he didn’t invade the performance space like little M. Nor did he try and join in, or do a little comedy routine, or dance a jig. Valiant efforts from others to encourage the mini-performer to vacate the stage were met with tenacity and evasion. She saw the spotlight and liked it. Like mother, like daughter. Oh well.

Philomel at the Swiss Church: listen

From Philomel’s recent concert at the Swiss Church, Covent Garden

Piangete occhi, Domenico Mazzocchi

Emily Peace, soprano                                                       Suzy Robinson, soprano

James Bramley, theorbo                                                  Michael Keen, harpsichord

Ahi possanza d’amor, Maddalena Casulana

Suzy Robinson, soprano, Michael Keen, recorder, James Bramley, theorbo

Folle cor, Domenico Mazzocchi

Suzy Robinson, Janet Oates, Emily Peace, sopranos

Michael Keen, harpsichord

James Bramley, theorbo

Io d’odorate, Maddalena Casulana

Sopranos Janet Oates, Emily Peace, Suzy Robinson, Felicity Hayward, Charlotte Bröker and Olivia Moss

Michael Keen, harpsichord, James Bramley, theorbo


Philomel: Cecilia Sings

24 November 2018, the Swiss Church, Covent Garden

Join us for an evening of stunning singing, accompanied by theorbo, harpsichord and recorder. The forthcoming concert for Saint Cecilia’s day, Cecilia Sings, will continue the theme of bird mythology that was initiated in the first three concerts, melded with ideas about Saint Cecilia. Text and artwork by students from Marylebone Girls’ School will illustrate newly commissioned works on the theme of female power, passion and spirit by Janet Oates (with new text by Euan Tait), Sheena Phillips, Dominic McGonigal and Joel Jårventausta. Further repertoire includes expressive songs by Francesca Caccini and Barbara Strozzi, virtuosic duets by Mazzocchi, and beautiful madrigals by Maddalena Casulana.



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Philomel in Richmond and Rotherhithe

In rehearsal, RotherhitheThe virtuosic vocal fireworks of the six sopranos of Philomel were displayed once again in a programme celebrating music from Hildegard of Bingen and Barbara Strozzi, all the way through to the present day and four specially-commissioned works on Friday 16 and Saturday 17 March 2018.

The sopranos

Charlotte Bröker

Felicity Hayward

Olivia Moss

Janet Oates

Emily Peace

Suzy Robinson

With Michael Keen (harpsichord) and James Bramley (theorbo)


“More a work of art than a concert”

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