After the Malian experience, a wee break and then off on the underground
out to Kelvin Grove Art Gallery
where we saw Calum Martin’s Lewis Psalm Singers and a Hindustani Ensemble. Again another stunning experience. The setting was cathedral like
and the music was evocative, bringing back lots of memories as the presenters went through the tunes of Moravia, Stornoway and Martyrdom among others. My Dad used to do a bit of presenting and I suppose at that age I did not really appreciate the singing of the line and the history of it although always though those people who broke away from the established church in the 1840s must have been impressive. They had so much to lose in material terms as well as their beliefs and were prepared to stand up to the establishment and not be patronised. The Indian classical sounds of the second half were up there as well. Beautiful as well as interesting and evoked memories of meditating with three thousand people in a big hanger in Northern Italy. At the end of the concert the leader of the ensemble could not have been more effusive in their enjoyment of the evening and Margaret Bennett said that, after all, as the psalmist said we are all brothers in unity. Why all religions of the world cannot realise that, it would make things far easier and more peaceful, instead of trying to force guys to believe that their truth is the right and only one. Tonight there was a unity through music of completely different cultures and beliefs. It is a little like the politics of the moment, to believe in your own country you do not have to be against anyone else’s. I find it less complicated to believe in something positive rather than saying we better not just in case it does not work. We would not have broadband, decent toilets, or a Filling Station back home in Applecross if we thought of all the problems and negatives and decided it was all too much. I still remember the question being asked at a meeting about the Filling Station five years ago,”Do we really need one?”. We had a special treat on the way out as the choir gathered again and sung another piece, possibly an anthem for their homeland.
Although there were other representatives from Applecross down the road we never bumped into them but met up with some from Plockton and had a good natter at half time.
Out to Lenzie to spend the afternoon with in laws, me watching Scotland trying to play rugby against the Irish. They did try, sometimes that is all you can get from a match like that. And a bit of posting and face booking before heading back into Glasgow to see the finale of the Connections, Transatlantic Sessions concert at the GRCH. Anything like what we have seen before it will be awesome. To think two days ago I was stuck at Drumochter for five hours with no where to go, just shows, keep the heid and it all works out. Managed to take one or two videos but not managing to post them….maybe later.