VW’s Lark Ascending is a paradoxically fierce evocation of fragility and hope. I’ve not heard it like that until today.
Britten always reminds me of home. His musical language paints the world in colours I recognise as real. The early stuff of his is fascinating. It’s as though he’s writing in the style that everyone expects him to because that’s what’s everyone else is writing. I hear Sinfonia da Requiem as strangely lavish in its scoring – rich and romantic-sounding.
Since Mark Simpson’s Prom with the BBC Philharmonic a couple of nights ago, it feels like the Proms has bedded in nicely. Similarly with Prom 6 and the BBC Symphony’s performance Messiaen’s Turangalila.