David Russell’s Tips for Guitarists

While I was looking for David’s video of “My Gentle Harp”, I came across his site and David Russell’s Tips for Guitarists which been around for a while, but it took me ages to discover them – they are very simple and wise, and cover a surprising amount of ground with good humour and grounded common sense. I hope you will find these tips from an experienced musician who is also a great artist and human being helpful. Continue reading

Hans Gál – recording project

GalGál was born in 1890 to a Jewish family in a small village just outside Vienna. He was trained at the New Vienna Conservatory where later he taught for some time.
With the support of such important musicians as Wilhelm FurtwänglerRichard Strauss and others, he obtained the directorship of the Mainz Conservatory.

Gál composed in nearly every genre and his operas, which include Der Artz der SobeideDie Heilige Ente andDas Lied der Nacht, were particularly popular during the 1920s.
Although not exactly a household name in the guitar world, he did compose many works which include the mandolin and guitar, some of which are for mandolin orchestra. Continue reading

More Biberian – Guitar Concerto

Link to Biberian Concerto.

Gilbert dropped by last month – always an occasion for food, musical discussion and  philosophy.
He was insistent, though, that we had time together – alone. Normally my reaction would be “uh oh – what new scheme has he hatched”, but I knew it was different this time.

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Belated birthday greetings to Julian Bream (I know you have probably all heard this already)

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With Britten and Bream celebrating anniversaries, there has been a bit of a frenzy on the broadcasting front.

So it was refreshing to listen to the programme “Come Heavy Sleep” on  BBC3 which combined both anniversarians with insight, largely owing to the sympathetic interviewer, guitarist Tom McKinney.
with only 2 days left to listen, you might like to know a little about the programme anyway: Continue reading