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Leamington Letters #7: Bach, Bob and The Swaps

5/12/2011

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The life of Christ is measured out in Bach cantatas, and it starts with the Christmas Oratorio, half of which was performed at our Anglican parish church on Saturday.

It was a curiously old-fashioned evening. The church was full; the excellent Royal Leamington Spa Bach Choir was in full evening dress; the orchestra, the wonderfully named Musical and Amicable Society, played on period instruments; and the soloists, from the Birmingham Conservatoire, were full of appropriate gravitas.

What is it about soloists at choral concerts which prevents them from engaging fully with the music? They sit proudly at the front, they stand when they have to sing, and when they do, they do it beautifully. But when they have no role, which is the majority of the time, they stare fixedly to the front without betraying any emotion or enjoyment.

I assume that they are trained to do this: no eye contact with any member of the audience, no relationship with fellow-soloists, no movement, merely an occasional sideways glance at the conductor. In the slim figure of Jeremy Budd, our tenor and recitative on Saturday, this apparent distancing was particularly marked. With aquiline nose, oiled dark hair, and immaculately pressed tails, he reminded me of a haughty public school prefect or a supercilious maître d’. When he marched to his seat, he looked almost arrogant.

Until he sang. Because when he sang, he sang like an angel. The recitative recreates the rhythms of ordinary speech, but he transcended this limitation: these narrative links were as impressive as the great choral set-pieces.

Bach at All Saints was the third weekend in succession during which I have been able to immerse myself in good music. Last weekend, of course, I saw Bob Dylan at Hammersmith – an event which was, in its own way, as much a celebration as is the Christmas Oratorio.

Two weekends ago, we were in The Somerville Arms, a proper pub without a theme in sight, to see The Swaps. This is one of those occasions, of which there were once many, when talented local musicians perform, primarily for themselves but incidentally for those who are taking a glass in the same place, at the same time. The Swaps – individually and collectively – are now better than this and the dates of their gigs are recorded in diaries and iPhone calendars, so they manage to fill The Somerville on a cold Sunday night – despite (or perhaps because of) a clash with The X Factor results show.

The Swaps is, currently, a five piece band but it is based on the work of James (guitar) and Chris (bass), whom I first saw perform as a duo at an open mike night in The Star and Garter a couple or three years ago. Now joined by an excellent drummer, a superb harmonica player, and the wonderful Beth Brooks on vocals, they play a set which includes their own compositions as well as a repertoire of covers which ranges from Blondie to Jefferson Airplane.

It’s all good stuff, eclectic and diverse. It’s musically accomplished. And it’s fun. It’s exactly why we should keep music live.

My vast collection of CDs, iTunes, Spotify – I am grateful for all these, and there is something playing all the time in my office or through my headphones. 

But give me The Swaps at The Somerville any day.

Today's listening: a great show from Jefferson Starship in BB King's in New York last month, with a fiddler who sounds just like Papa John. "Occupy BB King's!"

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myers
5/12/2011 03:52:53 am

Live music lifts the spirits better than an optic!
From Reading festival [Thin Lizzy] to the RSC and Van the Man; life doesn't get better.
I was going to recount a great supporting gig with Chris Farlowe, but I'm out of time.
Listening to Bob and Van - crazy love - in Athens,mind the plates!

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James
6/12/2011 02:46:11 am

Well that's the nicest review we've ever had. The fact that it's also the only one we've ever had should not be allowed to detract from this fact. Thank you Max. Back at the Somerville next Sunday (11th). Beth threatening to turn up after all...

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Martin
7/12/2011 08:12:00 am


Hurrah for the reserve of the Birmingham Conservatoire soloists (and the Leamington Bach Choir). When in the presence of God and JS Bach, that's how you do it. Probably not unlike a typical Bob Dylan concert in that respect.

I am with you entirely, Max, on the Somerville Arms, local live music and especially the excellent Swaps. I am looking forward to hearing their wonderful rendition of the Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros' song 'Home' on Sunday. "Well, holy moley, me-oh-my ... ".

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Sean link
8/12/2011 04:45:14 am

Nothing quite lifts the spirit like live music, from one guy or girl with a guitar (check out my friend Nat Ripepi at http://www.natripepi.com/) to a local band trying to make it (http://www.myspace.com/peterandtheharmonics) or my first experince of His Bobness at the NEC in 1987 ish there's nothing quite like it.
Saw some carol singers in Bristol the other day at a Christmas street party. With a mulled wine in hand it was fantatic.

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