Recorder Consort • Night School Nancy Hathaway We begin with Buxtehude – a kyrie, a credo – and end two hours later with Debussy. How well we know each other, how one forgets to count the rests, one can’t seem to learn the high notes, one gets lost, one can’t slur, one needs a hearing aid, and no one ever wants to play the bass. Warring rhythms and wrong notes plague us. Dissonance abounds. And yet at times our separate […] Continue Reading
