London 2025, day four

15,404. That’s the final step count for Thursday. And also the most yet of the trip. I began my tourist day at the King’s Gallery at Buckingham Palace to see “The Edwardians” exhibition, including tiaras, tons of artifacts, paintings, and coronation regalia. A walk around the front of the palace and through Green Park brought

Book review

March 1999. Twenty-five years ago. The Choral Journal published my review of Paul Spicer’s new biography of Herbert Howells. This was one of series of book and choral octavos I penned for the journal. More about me and Howells:

Funeral hymns

I’m continuing the weekly exercise, intending to keep this up for 52 weeks, as I recount a wee piece of the story of my life. This week’s prompt: What hymns should be sung at your funeral? I’ve blogged about this previously, so I’ll just copy/paste here, and perhaps add some context. Opening Hymn: “Praise, my

Feast days

Yesterday was, in a provisional celebration calendar for the Episcopal Church (U.S.A.), the Feast of William Byrd, 1623, John Merbecke, 1585,and Thomas Tallis, 1585, Musicians. (Those dates are the years of their transition from transitory life to a larger one.) Today is, in that same provisional calendar, the Feast of St. Cecilia. The Patron Saint