Monthly Archives: March 2008

Hail on Good Friday (again) and Snow for Easter

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I got caught in a nasty little hail storm on good friday as I came walking out of the tube station near our flat after attending a good friday service at Christ Church Spitalfields (a beautiful Hawksmoor church).  My ears were stinging for a couple of hours.  Above is a shot of the hail outside of our place.  We woke up sunday morning to big snow flakes as well.  It’s the first snow we’ve seen this winter.  

Easter at Redeemer, Indianapolis

Here is a picture of the stage installation from this year’s Easter at Redeemer constructed by dear friend and resident polyglot Kipp Normand. The weekend’s celebrations are always a high point of the year and were deeply missed by us. For more great pictures visit Sarah jane’s flickr page.

Maundy Thursday at St. Pauls

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Pj and I went to the Maundy Thursday Service at St. Pauls last week.  It was a beautiful sung eucharist service with the split boy/mens choir featuring the Missa Pange Lingua by Josquin.   Pj’s first time hearing a proper boys choir.  The leadership offered a footwashing to members of their own particular parish but served communion to any baptized Christian that regularly participates in the Lord’s Supper. We took communion in the group that was right under the dome which was a beautiful experience.  

The Duke of Uke

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Friend Kerry Y. took me on a stroll through the Spitalfields Market area on friday and ran me by a store he thought I would like.  I did.  But it also made me miss good friends.  Inside I plucked a few gourmet Uke’s, blew a few notes on an alto melodica and plunked a few keys on the house piano.  I’ll be back again soon.  This time with money in hand to buy my first uke.  I’ve been playing others long enough.  and a uke is the perfect size instrument for life in London…where everything you own has to fit in a shoulder bag.  

A Visit from the Henderson’s

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Tyler and Laura Henderson visited with us last week during their semi-annual european pilgrimage.  I think i remember that Tyler spent 8 days in 6 different countries!  Tyler works for the business school Bocconi in Milan.  They are wonderful friends from Indy and we had an exceptional time with them as always.  Tyler was feeling a bit under the weather which actually made our time with them quite relaxed and restful!  Great food and great conversation were in perfect harmony.  

Chi Chi Bunichi

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We went to see a devised work “Chi Chi Bunichi” in progress from one of Pj’s main tutor’s –  Ayse Tashkiran, who is turkish/cypriot.  The piece was performative – with monologue, dance, music, and movement all weaving together in mixed montage.  In their own words to “create live, contemporary narratives that take us on a journey from London to Famagusta, via Dhekeliya and Dalston. The piece took it’s main core inspiration from Ladino, which is a dying language surviving in song form – romansas and contigas.  This Judea-Hispanic language journeyed from Spain to the Ottoman Empire, to the Balkans and Morocco – a nomadic oral form that has survived for 500 years.   They put the piece on every 6 months or so as it develops and grows.  We saw it at “The people’s show” a small space in Bethnal Green, one of east london’s up and coming villages 

Devon Sproule and Paul Curreri @ The RoundHouse

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Last week as a delayed birthday present for Pj I got tickets to see some musicians who hail from blessed Virginia.  They played in a small room at the RoundHouse Theatre in Camden.  There were maybe 150 people there to see the intimate performances.  Pj had been following Devon since she was 19 and had seen her first for some free shows at University.  We were both blown away.  The each played a set and then played one together.  It was a night of incredibly written and evoked folk, blues and jazz tinged music.  Devon and Paul are married and live in Charlottesville, Va with their UK music based out of coventry and Tin Angel Records.  They took us back to the heart of the piedmont and we both left feeling musically appeased and geographically homesick.