Revisits

You know that sometimes you are wary of revisiting something you immensely enjoyed in case it's not the same the second time around.  Well, I wondered about that before but I was enamoured after and for strangely similar reasons.  At the first gig by The Thin White Ukes, I was quietly sitting listening to perceptive lyrics in admiration while sunk in a very satisfying interpretation by the band.  Given this is Bowie played by 3 mandolins, you could be excused for skepticism, but I found it the same second time around.  Perhaps this time even more aware of lyrics, of emotional depth, of intellectual playfulness and evident empathy.  I think it was Hello Spaceboy , track 4, set 1, a tune I don't think I'd ever heard before, that rekindled this.  Suffice to say this band has a great time playing the original lines on the most improbable of instruments (ukes, of course, not the drums) and laying down harmonies that were sweet and correct and rich and sourced from the originals.  Michael confirmed it from the stage: that they play music of Bowie on "instruments seemingly ill-suited to the purpose".  As for playing other than Bowie, he introduced a self-penned track written on the bus about admiring Bowie but had a second take.  The TWUs played 2 sets, of 9 then 11 tunes, all from Bowie.  There were old standards, some funkies, a few that were unrecognised by me (Hello Spaceboy, Everyone says "Hi").  Everyone says "Hi" just confirmed my chats in the break about Bowie and his empathy.  The stylophone reappeared in Moonage daydream for a bigger solo this time (wow! jazz! Stylophone!).  The band's  joy and humour and interactions were there in this intimate space with a very supportive and Bowie-aware audience.  The final tunes was The man who sold the world.  Bowie spoke of himself often.  I'd just caught a snippet of a show on ABCRN recently which spoke of Bowie being lucky to fall on great backing musos.  Yes, but.  He seems so much more.  Given all this I can't think of him as other than a star of considerable depth.  One chatter had studied Bowie and called him a genius of the C20th including from all musics.  More to think of there, but suffice to say I was not disappointed by my revisit and my admiration for the Duke himself just grows, along with the Ukes, the band that portrays his so well if so implausibly.

The Thin White Ukes play the music of David Bowie, the Thin White Duke.  TWUs performed at Smiths.  They comprise Michael Dwyer, Better France and Robert Stephen (ukes, vocals) with Ashley Davies (drums).

PS.  I just checked how prolific was Bowie.  Bowiebible.com list 469 songs.  Just to compare: beatlesbible.com lists 342; bobdylanfandom.com suggests 456 songs; jonimitchell.com suggests 212.

Pleasures

It was telling how the chatter after the Marie Cull Studio concert at Wesley was just a little taken aback but very admiring.  Marie had introduced the students as aged 11-17, saying this is the first question she's always asked.  We heard 7 performers playing 8 pieces.  It turns out they will be presenting for exams next week, the likes of AmusA and LMusA.  Perhaps a few slips, but this is nerve-wracking stuff for young performers, but so well played.  Rachmaninov, Mendelssohn, Liszt, Ravel and publicly lesser knows Labunski, Bridge, Glinka; romantics and impressionists and more.  Marie herself speaks of developing love and knowledge of music.  It works.  This was a wonderful, inviting and satisfying concerts by a string of young players.  Much enjoyed.

Piano students of Marie Cull performed at Wesley.  The players were Alicia Fernando (Labunski), Mion Kirk (Bridge), Oreste Rollas (Rachmaninov), Nancy Xu (Glinka), Belle Andrewartha (Mendelssohn), Miani Kirk (Liszt) and Benjamin Francis (Rachmaninoff, Ravel).

Alternatives

The NCO concert was called Hope Struggle Victory, seeing as the program was Nat Bartsch Hope, Shostakovich Cello concerto no.1 (with Stalin as the struggle) and Tchaikovsky Symphony no.4 (all exaltation and excitement).  As for alternatives, there was a lovely Handel playing in town at the same time, which would have been nice.  Obviously you can't be in two places at once and playing this program was a blast.  It just goes to show that Canberra is a civilised place beyond its size.  I love that.  Meanwhile, the playing was great.  First up Nat Bartsch is all slow dynamics and tempo, swelling tones, perhaps filmic and absolutely beguiling.  It's not a hard read and not so long, but you find yourself feeling the slow bows and concentrating on the consistency.  Lovely.  Shostakovich was anything but lovely.  James Munro soloed and did a magnificent job every time I heard him, in rehearsal and performance: wonderfully confident, neat intonation up the neck, always expressive.  No brass, so they got to sit out.  I think it was Jeremy who said our role was like percussion, and that's some truth there.  Odd times, reasonably simple but hugely tricky lines, perhaps the only time I've had to read Fb, but I admired (not sure I can say enjoyed) the capricious count and the deviant melody.  Fabulous.  Then the biggie, Tchaikovsky.  I love his work.  It's not as idiosyncratic as Shostakovich or as hard to read, but massively exuberant and a joy and challenge to play.  In a different way, it's still hard work: way more notes that Shosta and the full pizz movement 3 and the dotted quavers in 9/8 time were a challenge along with considerable chromatics and blazing lines.  So a big concert and not a slouch.  Congrats to Louis Sharpe, our conductor.  Ever jokey and positive but also demanding and always with a Canberra suburb on call.  A great combination.  And nice to catch up with Leonard Weiss, previous NCO conductor, who's in town for West Side Story, and who dropped in to the warmup for a short time.  Again, evidence of an intriguing local community.  And a small world: my offsider Jeremy is playing banjo in Lenny's WWS production.

National Capital Orchestra performed Nat Bartsch, Shostakovich and Tchaikovsky at Albert Hall under Louis Sharpe (conductor) with James Munro (cello) as soloist.  The bottom end were Juliet Flook, Jennifer Groom, Jeremy Tsuei and Eric Pozza (basses).  Sally Macourt (violin) sat in as concert master.

A different sounding song

I've sung in choirs and heard quite a few but they were always mixed choirs, usually with four parts, two male, two female, soprano, alto, tenor, bass (SATB) so it was somewhat a surprise to hear a male choir.  I asked about parts: still four parts, but tenor 1 /  2, baritone, bass, so closer in pitch but still wonderfully satisfying.  I was a little surprised by that.  I thought the choir might sound deep and stodgy but not at all.  There were still some relatively high pitches and they were lovely (one guy stood out to my ear) and the harmonies were lovely although not always so easy to hear.  But suffice to say, I really enjoyed the sound and the performance.  This is the Canberra Men's Choir, directed and accompanied by women in our modern world, Leanne McKean and Vivian Zhu.  The choir has been around since 1986, it's non-auditioned and invites new members.  They played a popular set of 13 songs.  They were mostly short and I might have enjoyed some more substantial numbers, but they were popular and attractive and some faves of mine: '70s/80s pop including Raindrops keep falling on my head, Here comes the sun, Moon river, Love is all around, Hallelujah; early standards like Blue moon, What a wonderful world; some more folky tunes, Wayfaring stranger, Shady grove, Hand me down my silver trumpet.  I liked it all: good harmonies, copious male voices.  I thought some more swing was called for occasionally, but that's something for the jazzers.  A wonderful and entertaining and satisfying concert.  Beats hanging out in the front bar, but they probably do that, too.

The Canberra Men's Choir was conducted by Leanne McKean (musical director) with Vivian Zhu (piano) accompanying.

Many happy returns

There was a time with three large ensembles at the Jazz School.  Now there are two, or at least at the Friends concert we heard two, and they were wonderful, inventive, capable groups and a huge pleasure to revisit.  Why am I so excited?  Because small bands are wonderful but relatively easy to create; big bands, jazz orchestras and the like are difficult.  They require charts and practice and interplay at a different level and they return a complex, integrated sound at best.  The bands were the ANU Jazz Orchestra and the ANU Recording Ensemble.  They are mostly made up of ANUSOM students but also open to non-SOM ANU students.  Greg Stott is musical director for the Orchestra; Miro Bukovsky for the Recording Ensemble.  The Jazz Orchestra is a more standard format.  I find a Jazz Orch to be more modern and exploratory in its charts, but essentially the format is much the same as a traditional big band: rhythm section and colours from saxes, troms and trumpets.  Perhaps a singer.  Miro's recording ensemble is a return to its previous purpose as a group that creates and performs its own music.  We heard three member-created originals from six tunes from them on the night.  The Recorders format was different though, more a product of membership, I guess: rhythm section with percussion and two (acoustic and electric) pianos, three/four horns up front, guitar and two singers.  So they were different groups with different players and a few stars in each.  I was taken by a few players, but don't take this as a full list: Jeremy was a blast on bass, highlighted by a double bass solo on Jaco's Chicken; Mereki, George and Fergus all impressed on saxes; Elliot on the Steinway; Koebi on voice; Rory on trumpet; humourously cocky Olivia on guitar.  Others too, but I missed some names.   Great to hear some words, too, from Koebi and Imogen on Mingus' uber-standard Goodbye porkpie hat, I think using Joni Mitchell's lyrics.  It reminded me of reading Mingus' autobiography so far back.  The book was Beneath the underdog; one line of lyrics was "They put him in an underdog position."  I will never forget that Mingus wrote so little of just the music in that book, but he dropped in one passage that something happened at the time he was practising 8 hours pd.  Words do impart further meaning.  As for the three original compositions from George, Ryan and Fergus (did I get that right?), they were impressive in any company.  So, great to see the large ensembles coming back and a huge pleasure to be in the Band Room for such a gig.

The ANU Jazz Orchestra and the ANU Recording Ensemble performed in the Big Band room at the ANU School of Music for the Friends of the ANUSOM.

Lazy Sunday afternoon

Got no mind for worry, so I idled down to the National Gallery as I am wont to do.  It's often a sole experience, but somewhat different this day.  First up was the latest Know my name exhibition, subtitled Making it modern, featuring works by six significant Australian women artists from ~1930: Ethel Spowers and Eveline Syme, Margaret Preston, Grace Cossington Smith, Clarice Beckett and Olive Cotton.  Linocuts, woodcuts and such prints were a major part of the production, seemingly a modern movement at the time, and also Olive Cotton's photos.  To finish there was a videostream being made of a drawing workshop.  All very busy with several people off set controlling it all, and a surreptitious guitarist.  I say surreptitious because his music was unintrusive, all sparsely spaced guitar chords with a swelling volume pedal.  It seemed so apt for this purpose, to fill audio space  around drawing being observed.  Sam Andrews is a local, involved with studio and backing work around Canberra.  Greeting to Sam!  Then off through some New York photography from 1980s by Nan Goldin, recording friends and experiences, friends and lovers, falling in and out of love, having children, violence, bar and club life: her "public diary".  The title was The Ballad of sexual dependency.  Then working back, I joined a tour group near its end.  Close to the final work was Lucien Freud After Cezanne.  Interestingly, it references a work with the same theme from Cezanne.  I asked where that work it: NGA!  I remember it now: Paul Cezanne L'Après-midi à Naples.  Then a fascinating visit to the Aboriginal Memorial (with no discussion of the Voice: NGA policy) and some final chatter.  Our host was Sally who had a US background.  We got on to Taylor Swift, somehow, and she spoke of TS buying a $17m mansion in a town Sally has connection to.  I've now investigated: it's the Holiday House in Rhode Island.  Despite guards on the property, locals apparently speak well of TS independently visiting local shops, relaxed and conversing.  So then off.  A short but interesting and chatty visit.  Oh, and that red pic, it's Audrey Flack Jolie madame: oil on canvas but nothing like any oils I've seen before.  How did she get it so soft and hazy.  Perhaps it's sprayed?

Sally is a guide at the National Gallery of Australia.  Sam Andrews was playing guitar to accompany a video drawing workshop. 

PS, Sally if you see this, here's the link to my recorded

music (Bandcamp; all welcome)
The Pots > https://thepots1.bandcamp.com/
Musica da Camera > https://musicadacameracanberra.bandcamp.com/

Epitrochoidialisms

Spirograph Studies performed at Street Theatre on a very delayed tour for their post-Covid release of their pre-Covid  recorded album.  Thus is the way recently.  Also of the era, the album is available on vinyl and digital; no CD.  Ah, how things change.  I remember someone refusing to buy a record player because digital (=CDs) were coming.  Then I remember how easy were CDs: no clicks and pops; no religious cleaning routines.  But records do sound analog-good.  Like Spirograph Studies.  I was intrigued by this band.  It's a contemporary jazz style, improvised over regularly changing chord structures, although not obviously cycles, with heads that are also melded and shared and not too obviously divorced from solos that are not too obviously solos and not too obviously by one player as piano and guitar play off each other.  And all manner of rhythms and complex polyrhythms, mostly from drums, but also from bass, and also from guitar with slow upward and other strums and deliciously loose timings all around.  Nothing too obviously stated; this is not bop.  It's busy and rich, playful but serious; Tamara spoke of composed rules in Locked but they seemed to invite players to transgress.  The vibe was busy and involving and often loud and the definitions were fluid and diverse.  Sounds modern, really.  I asked Tamara about the compositions and it seems she writes them all, somewhat more recently on piano, but always a product of harmonic pursuits or trials.  If I understood correctly.  I've heard such chordal movements otherwise, still often enough in some form of repetition, perhaps ABA or whatever, or maybe just a descending pattern, but it worked a treat here with this responsive and interactive playing.  For this was not an individualistic pursuit, but a communal activity.  Whatever, I loved it.  BTW, Wikipedia says:"Spirograph is a geometric drawing device that produces mathematical roulette curves of the variety technically known as hypotrochoids and epitrochoids. The well-known toy version was developed by British engineer Denys Fisher and first sold in 1965".  I remember playing with one as a kid and this music just fits a treat.

Spirograph Studies performed at Street Theatre 2.  SS are Tamara Murphy (bass), Luke Howard (piano), Fran Swinn (guitar) and James McLean (drums).

Not one but two

This was my sandwich weekend of Tchaikovsky, Mendelssohn and Bruch with a Bach filling.  The Bach filling was very wholesome given the capable, professional performers.  Lovely.  But Maruki's open and unauditioned thus somewhat aurally unbalanced presentation of Tchaiks, Mendelssohn and Bruch was hugely satisfying for players and I trust for the audience.  It was in Albert Hall as our concerts are.  The works were complete and  very much demanding works of that era.  No slouch is this group: we take on the real thing and present hefty concerts.  The Bruch was his Suite Modale for flute and strings, led by flautist James Gibson.  The other two were symphonies, Tchaikovsky symphony no.5 Emin (locally famous as once an ad for a brand of cigarettes) and Mendelssohn symphony no.1  Cmin(written by a 15-year old, no less).  Two symphonies?  As I said, Maruki does not shirk.  We were led by Kristen Simpson in the absence of our formation musical director, John Gould.  A fabulous, long, demanding, difficult concert that we played better than ever in practice.  That's the nature of a gig.  "She'll be right on the night" is a well tested assertion and proved by the level of concentration that comes with an audience.  So this was great training and awareness and a great outing.  And thanks to visitors who often join us at short notice including Olivia Herbert (violin), fairly recently of the Australian Youth Orchestra and a tour to Germany, who came from Brisbane to play with relative Bev Simpson (cello).  See the pic: Olivia with a representative of another generation of youth orchestrists, Anne Stevens of the Canberra Youth Orchestra and much music thereafter.  Great fun and a satisfying achievement.

Maruki Community Orchestra performed Tchaikovsky, Mendelssohn and Bruch at Albert Hall.  Kristen Simpson (conductor) led the orchestra including Paul Hibbard (violin, concertmaster), Olivia Lambert (violin), Anne Stevens (viola) and James Gibson (flute).

Early prep for Thomaskirche

I rushed off from one practice (Mendelssohn, Bruch, Tchaikovsky) to feed the dogs and then assist Tim to set up his recording of Canberra Bach Ensemble in St Christopher's.  It was quite a change of scene and musics.  CBE was playing three cantatas and a mass by Bach and a few smaller pieces by Schein and Schutz who had influenced JS.  So this was gut string intimacy and choral exuberance and vocal passion with early, even curved winds of all styles.  Something period and truly lovely.  I watched the various instruments and the frequent soloists and the milling of the choir entering and leaving for not too many choral movements.  The inherent sound of Bach was evident against Schein and Schutz, but they were worthy none-the-less and indicative of musics of the time, I guess.  There was not a lot of patter.  Andrew writes generous notes for his programs but remains fairly quiet on stage.  I particularly watched Dave on bass, as I am wont to do, and mostly it was easy reading other than a few quick and unrelenting and richly varied passages.  I could appreciate his concentration there.  So CBE is on track once again to visit Leipzig and its Bach Festival next June 2024.  Covid prevented the last expedition.  Let's hope they make it this time.  And good on them.  So wonderful to hear Bach with authenticity, and it can only grow in Bach's own venue, Thomaskirche.

Canberra Bach Ensemble performed at St Christopher's, Manuka.  Andrew Koll (musical director) led a choir of 25 and an orchestra of 18 with concertmaster Bianca Porcheddu (violin) and vocal soloists Greta Claringbould (soprano), Maartje Sevenster (alto), Richard Butler (tenor) and Andrew Fysh (bass).

Whiskey's a warmer

The Glenfiddich Whiskey Wanderer was back in town and Tilt took a gig in the open in mid-winter Canberra.  Just 2 hours, but suffice to say we were concerned about the cold.  Just look at the puffer jackets: not pretty.  In fact, in the end, there was no wind, the temp was ~7degC and I was mostly too hot.  But hot is good for jazz and this was a best eva, but I've been saying that too often recently.  Suffice to say we played well, nice driving rhythms and lovely solos, some adventurous free forays, one almost endless solo coaxed from Dave.  Let's face it, when playing fours you can't squib and you also can't determine how long it goes for.  Someone bought me a whiskey and tonic and it was interesting although I drink mine straight.  And a cash tip even fell on Dave's snare at one stage.  Generous!  As for the venue, it's a 1972 Leyland double decker bus that's been decked out with bar and seating and an upstairs lift-ceiling.  Self-sufficient and cute.  We were so taken by it all that we just played a single, long 2-hour set.  We've been enjoying longer sets recently although not to 2 hours straight, but when you're on a high, make the most of it.  So quite a night to remember.

Tilt played at Molly for the visiting Glenfiddich Whiskey Wanderer 1972 Leyland double decker bus.  Tilt are James Woodman (piano), Dave McDade (drums) and Eric Pozza (bass).

Dunera and other losses

They entitled this concert Heartfelt Storytelling and I can see the reasons.  First up was one movement of a composition by one of the Dunera boys, a ship of Europeans deported to Australia by the Brits in early WW2, comprising a few hundred each of Italian and German POWS and ~2,000 German and Italian civilians, mostly Jewish refugees.  Plenty of others went to Canada.  Max-Peter Meyer was one and the group played mvt.2 of his Piano Quartet.  Nice one.  But the highlight was Faure Piano Quartet no.1.  Again, a work of heartfelt loss, in this case, by Faure of his bride-to-be, Marianne Viardot, who left sometime during their engagement.  This was a fabulously powerful and emotive piece and played with both passion and musical precision by this group.  I'd seen them, or at least most of them, at Government house and was impressed, but these works were more demanding and involving and the concert hall setting allowed it.  Suffice to say there were whoops and standing ovations at the end of this one.  I was particularly taken by the ensemble nature of the group, often with eyes up, frequently by Brad and often enough by James.  And the accuracy in expression and intonation that just spelt impressive listening.  What a fabulous concert.  As I heard later, "the future of classical music is in good hands".  Yep, this was a seriously satisfying outing.

The Callistemon Quartet performed Meyer and Faure at a Wesley lunchtime concert.  CQ comprised Anika Chan (violin), Brad Tham (viola), James Munro (cello) and Rhys Butterworth (piano).

Taking me back 2j

This was not rekindling past memories, but it was a finality for the busy night at Smiths.  Thus 2j.  I play classical with Jeremy and we often talk jazz and teachers and techniques.  He was playing the next day at a small coffee bar near ASIO HQ in Campbell and invited me along for a listen.  I chatted with various jazz mates and families while Joel and Jeremy played a string of standards.  Both played well but I was particularly taken by regularly neat and quick solos from Jeremy.  Interestingly, I could hear Eric Ajaye, one of his teachers, in his slides and tonality, it being an ex-Eric bass.  A nice interlude on an increasingly stormy Sunday afternoon. 

Jeremy Tsuei (bass) played with Joel Dreezer (flute, sax) at Purple Rain bar.

Taking me back 2

Later in the night was guitar time, a dedication to George Benson, guitarist, singer, pop-breakthrough and especially his albums Cookbook and Breezin'.  I heard him yonks back in Adelaide but others mention him visiting Canberra only 7-or-so years ago.  Perhaps the closest thing to the Subterraneans in this was the clear, crisp, uneffected guitars.  Otherwise this was another world.  Standards, fast clips, clarity, walking bass and swinging drum grooves, baritone sax.  Bari sax?  It's a strange combination with clean guitar but George Benson used it and Tom told me the name of the NYC bari player.  I've forgotten his name but I can remember the effectiveness of that deep and satisfying tone, somewhat hard to hear clearly down in those frequencies with plenty of quick solo and melody lines, but it worked a treat.  Jokingly we were welcomed to the pre-gig rehearsal for this is a thrown together session in the jam session tradition, tunes being identified for players to learn then they get together on the night, I guess.  Maybe not for Chris and James because they'd done a similar gig in Melbourne, but there was plenty of concentration on a few faces on stage and big smiles when they carried it off.  And they did.  Fast and faster at times or ballads and even poppy, with GB's unlikely international pop-hit Breezing to finish.  But before that, all guitar solos passed and other instruments called for and fast-as lines, like Ready and able and The Cooker but also some ballads, Will you still be mine, Willow weep for me and some bluesy things, although not too obviously 12-bars, and interesting changing combinations, from quintet down to duo and two different guitar trios and a guitar quartet in between.    This was much more bop than funk so hugely different and more agreeable on the ears, but another fabulously interesting outing with plenty of good will and laughs.  Chris will continue this series with an invitation to another ex-CSM student, Sydneysider Carl Dewhurst, sometime in September.  Keep your eyes peeled.

Chris Johnstone (guitar) called together James Sherlock (guitar, Melbourne), Tom Fell (baritone sax), James Luke (bass) and Nick McBride (drums) to play a tribute to George Benson at Smiths.

Taking me back 1

First up for a long session at Smiths was the Subterraneans.  They took me back to previous gigs and that Jaco-esque bass playing of Steve Hunter, of course, which no e-bassist could sit still for, but also for that era of jazz rock that I remember, all rapid (and from lesser bands often vapid) soloing.  But this was not that.  This was an exciting, toe-tapping, unrelenting outing of intriguing music.  Yes, it was up-tempo and loud, but the melodies played with varied long intervals over chords with rhythmic plays and the meters were odd and changing and the drums were solid and driving and the bass all fluid and intense and the solos to die for.  We had two wind players up front, James Ryan (ex-Canberra School of Music in its Manuka days) and visiting Netherlander Jeroen Pec with a range of flutes and an array of effects and another ex-SOM student Michael Coggins on guitar using very restrained effects (except for some outer spacey sounds on a JP tune) and quick clear tones on a lovely period-looking Maton.  And Steve Hunter on JB with rosewood neck and Jack Powell, long haired and almost metallic on  what else but a black Pearl drum kit.  I chucked, as did JR to hear a fast string of kick hits: presumably he had a double headed beater behind the kick although I didn't notice it again.  But the mix of sharp, undiluted power from those drums and the swirling mix of blister-speed finger picking and damped notes and convoluted sixteenth-note grooves just set a fabulous scene for complex melody and outlandish soloing.  OK, so it was a style for the super chopped kids but it's a blast of joy and humour and chuckles when you hear it like this.  Remember your first listen to Jaco or Stanley or Chick?  Like that.  And they were late in a NSW tour so tight.  Eye opening and seemingly impossible, but it was there on stage at Smiths and I was floored.  Loved this one!  And glad I kept the tissue in my ears.

The Subterraneans played Smiths early one Saturday evening.  The band comprised vistor from the Netherlands, Jeroen Pek (flutes) with James Ryan (saxophones, flute), Michael Coggins (guitar), Steve Hunter (bass) and Jack Powell (drums).  PS. the pic does them no justice.

Kangaroos or wallabies

I think it was the kangaroos that delayed Patrick and Jennifer for their gig at Wesley.  They started on time but it was tight.  But then Wesley is a fairly casual event, being a weekly lunchtime concert and Patrick had seen kangaroos.  He's Irish descent but San Francisco-based and I think this was his first time.  He asked about the difference between kangaroos and wallabies and we chatted otherwise about our fauna.  Jennifer is an Aussie working now in Sydney and Canberra so she knows kangaroos.  They both have SF Con in their CVs so I guess that's where they met.  Whatever, this was a classy and singular collection of tunes.  From Sibelius and Chopin arranged for violin and piano and Spanish Sarastate and an amusing Prokofiev march and a few solo violin numbers, not least con Westhoff, pre-Bach, to finish with American composer Amy Beach and a Romance for violin and piano.  All attractive but also exotic.  And all informatively introduced and played with awareness and chops.  Interestingly, with a violin made in Sydney!  A lovely afternoon concert of considerable depth.  BTW, I still don't know the difference between kangaroos and wallabies: I must look it up.

Patrick Galvin (violin) and Jennifer Hou (piano) performed a glance at romance at Wesley.