Händel and Humanity

In Grieghallen´s basement rehearsal room, figures in tattered grey sing Händel as they shuffle towards a table where soup is ladled from a vast battered pot. The scene is bleak. We are in Ireland – or it could be Norway – in some kind of timeless misery with freezing weather and famine, where the country´s distant officials have long ceased to care, and where the church is struggling between old-school hell-fire authority and its need to offer succour.

A week of great moments – and an absurd piece on Scotland in The New Yorker

Last week was a characteristic mix of travel, frustrations, meetings, political intrigue and great moments. It was wonderful to have composer Orlando Gough here to discuss a possible – and enormous – project for the 2014 Norwegian bi-centenial independence celebrations. Meetings with Festspillene i Bergen, animateur Ole Hamre, Den Nasjonale Scene, the Bergen Philharmonic and […]