Monthly Archives: August 2018

I finally – finally! – got to hear the music hand lettered on that fifteenth century Italian vellum. It’s just the chorus and part of a verse from an Antiphon, the one written for Maundy Thursday at the ceremony during … Continue reading →

Yesterday, late afternoon, I glanced out the window and was transfixed by a golden bird sitting on a telephone wire. The lowering sun shone on its feathers brilliantly – a wild canary or goldfinch. Sometimes it’s the little things that … Continue reading →

Well, I heard the Antiphon music, in part. A few bars were pretty and sounded right, but others sounded wrong – and the greater part, the musician admitted he couldn’t decode. So I’m going to reach out to other sources. … Continue reading →