In 2021, Emma Fagerström, Yael Tishler, Johannes Rydén and Kerstin Baldwin Sterner formed a group called Ensemble BaraBarock. The group performs baroque music of the 17th and 18th centuries, with vocals, recorders, cello and a harpsichord. They are all superb at what they do.
We saw them today, at the latest concert organised by the Trosa Chamber Music Association. And, boy was it good. I was a bit concerned when I realised there was a singer. I well remember the first time that Mirinda accompanied me to a concert only to have it feature a singer who was not that brilliant. She didn’t bother me that much but Mirinda still talks about her disparagingly.
There was nothing to worry about today. From the moment Emma Fagerström opened her mouth, our ears were assured a good time.
The ensemble played music from Purcell, Handel and their contemporaries. Composers such as William Croft, Gottfried Finger, John Stanley, Giacobbe Basevi Cervetto, Giovanni Bononcini and Elisabetta de Gambarini, the work of whom I’d never heard before. The pieces were arranged together in a concert called ‘Dancing in the Streets of London’. It was one of those concerts you wished would never end.
I was sat next to a chap who is working on researching the 16 Swedes who died at Vimy Ridge. I thought that was a bit coincidental given my own research into WWI.
Also, coincidentally, we had a visitor for lunch lately returned from London, though I’m not sure if he did any dancing. He did listen to some music in a pub while chatting, at length, to a Portuguese medical student.
Of course, our visitor was Jason. He had come for lunch and to tell us of his various travels and adventures. He’s off to Berlin next week to add a few more adventures to his growing number of backpack notches.
Mirinda picked him up from Vagnhärad station before heading out to the World’s End and a coffee at Tre Små Rum. By the time they pulled into our driveway, the salmon was almost ready to serve.
The whole family sat down to lunch, joining in the general chatter.
Actually, Emma wasn’t joining in the general chatter. She had placed the ball on the table and was waiting for someone to throw it for her. She had Buckley’s.
