It’s Requiem-a-go-go right now. I’ve been working on the
In Paradisum today; the final movement of the piece, which takes on a kind of "after darkness light" quality. It's scored for a female soloist and I'm presently trying to work out who that might be. We’ve had a glimmer of interest from a
singer who means
more to me than any other in the world. She's asked to hear the piece and we are going to try and create the
highest calibre demo imaginable. Even the thought of her hearing my music makes
me shudder and feel emotional. I can’t tell you her name in case it all goes
wrong, although those who know me well could probably guess. We have to assume
she’ll say no, but if everyone could keep their fingers crossed, I’d be hugely
grateful because her singing my music would probably make my life feel complete. I keep drifting off into fantasy; imagining what it would feel like to stand with her in a studio. How proud I'd be...
There’s really not a great deal more to say. I’ve been a bit
of a hermit all day, and know I’ve consumed too much tea because I’m feeling a
little jittery. We’re waiting for another massive rain storm tonight, which
will, no doubt cause mayhem in places like Tewksbury where it always seems to
flood. For my part, I’m battening down the hatches. It’s 9pm and I really want
to have a few hours in front of the telly with a plate of food on my lap before
going to bed. I
Friday 2nd May, 1662, and Pepys made his
triumphant entry into London. It was, he reported, the hottest day of the year
and he took himself for a wash; a rare occurrence in 17th
Century life. People actually feared getting wet, they felt water spread diseases and frankly must have stunk to high heaven!
Pepys went to see his new mate, Dr. Clerke’s, wife.
Clerke had obviously stayed in Portsmouth, so Pepys was delivering a letter and
some kind of token to her. He decided that she was a very fine lady. She was
furthermore surrounded by equally fine women, so fine, in fact, that Pepys
wrote he could “hardly carry himself like a man among them.”
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