In the early 1950s, my family in the
south of England was visited by two Aunts from The North (my father
had seven sisters, and five brothers). The aunts were happy to hear
that their young nephew liked music, as did they. They asked me to
play something I liked, and I put on my current amour --
Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau singing Schubert songs. They listened
intently and then, at the end, one of them said: “Eh, he sings very
well ... for a foreigner”.
On my return from a couple of weeks in
Vietnam a few days ago, I listened to Tianwa Yang playing Brahms. On
a whim, I followed this up with Ning Feng playing Bach. And, this
evening, it was Xiayin Wang playing Rachmaninov. I wonder what my
Aunts from The North would have made of all of that. Before listening
to Xiayin Wang, I consumed with pleasure my master dish: a Thai soup
Tom Yum, with assorted fish. In 2019, we live in a different world
(even in Brexit Britain).
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