My Life Blog
by
Edmund
"Neither Saint nor King"
I've lived in many impressive places
in four different countries: in England: Norwich, Oxford, and Hereford; in
Canada: Nova Scotia (Kingston, Aylesford, and Lunenburg) and
Montreal; in the United States: Boston; as well as Cologne and
Frankfurt am Main in Germany, where I am living right now. It's a
strange feeling to realise that I've lived longer in Germany than
anywhere else! And
what's home, should you ask? Someone, who had lived in many countries,
was once asked by the BBC, where, for him, home actually was. He
answered, "your home is where your heart is." And Lunenburg, Nova
Scotia will, for me, always be home.
England
Norwich
I am quite proud of my East Anglian background! I was born in Drayton,
near Norwich, England, so it's not so surprising that I was given the
name "Edmund". Due to my interest in old languages, I once
bought a copy of La Passiun de Seint Edmund, an amazing book for one
reason: an Anglo-Norman account of an Anglo-Saxon King and Saint is,
indeed, quite rare. The story of St. Edmund was apparently so powerful
that it was told in Anglo-Norman at a time when things Anglo-Saxon were
all but being eliminated. Through his fame, the Anglo-Saxon name
"Edmund", although relatively rare, has managed to survive.
Cathedral cities seem to top my list of places where I've lived, my
first memories of one being Norwich with its magnificent norman
Cathedral. I had the honour of being christened there by Bishop Percy
Stevens (who was Bishop of Hunan-Kwangsi, China, and a friend of my
father's). My parents took me to services there when I was about 3 or 4
years old. I remember being completely taken by the whole thing: the
choir and the singing, the clergy and, of course, all the costumes they
were wearing! It seemed to be destiny that I too would become a
chorister one day.
Wheatley, Oxford
When I was five, our family moved to Wheatley, which is just outside
Oxford. My memories of Oxford are the University, the Ashmolean Museum, Christ Church Cathedral, but more so Magdalen College and New
College, and the traffic jams caused by the car workers going home
from Cowley. When I was about nine years old, talk came up about my
becoming a chorister somewhere. I loved music (I sang a lot with my
father, who accompanied me at the piano; and also played the recorder
and violin) and it seemed a good idea to me! I took a test at Magdalen
College, Oxford, but didn't get a place. Many years later, I happened
to be writing to Bernard Rose, organist (and composer) there at the time, about a
manuscript of Daniel Purcell (which, alas, he informed me had been lost...), and he looked me
up in his lists: he had found me to be most musical, but I didn't get
in because of my "intonation": meaning, that I had a rather too strong
Oxfordshire accent - most unsuitable for a college at Oxford! Oxford
and Oxfordshire obviously have little in common!
Hereford
Everything in England happened for me in periods of five years: at ten,
I auditioned for Hereford Cathedral Choir and was successful in getting
a place. I was put in the Cathedral Preparatory School to be prepared:
my local accent was simply done away with. As a chorister, I had five
years of daily services and rehearsals (about three hours of
singing each day and eight services a week), which was a wonderful
musical experience. Hereford has one great advantage over many other
Cathedral choirs: the Three Choirs Festival, the oldest music
festival in the world, started in ca. 1719. There, I not only learned
most of the anglican choral repertoire, but also most of the great
oratorios as well. It was a magnificent early training in singing and
music. I estimate that I sang more than 2000 services at Hereford
in the five years I was there. If someone were to attend church once a
week, every week, it would take him around 38 years to achieve this!
Alas, Hereford Cathedral School was not a good school in those days, and I
slipped down the downward path of the "B" form. Except for my Canadian
mathematics teacher (Mr. J. R. Heald), few teachers really took an
interest in me. If I had stayed at Hereford after my voice broke, I
would have probably got just one O-level: music. University looked a
very unlikely possibility for me.
Canada
Nova Scotia
My mother's brother, Hubert, announced ca. 1969 that
he was thinking of moving to Canada. "Why don't you come too?" was his
question when he made the announcement. I immediately thought the idea
was great! I had disliked my school immensely: I'd had enough of most of the teachers, the thorough lack of discipline, the bullying, the fights, and boys often running away
from school because they were afraid. My father had already talked of my going to another, more
suitable school. My thought was "then, why not in Canada?" It would be,
for me, the best move I could have ever made. And we beat Hubert to Canada by six
months!
In August, 1970, having taken a train from Hereford to Liverpool, we
sailed with the Canadian Pacific ship "The Empress of Canada" to
Montreal. What an adventure of a lifetime for a young lad of 15!
We had a minor hurricane in the Irish ocean, and I was just about the
only one who made it to meals for a few days. My poor parents (even my
Dad, the sailor) were pretty ill. But, once we were out in the Atlantic
Ocean, we pretty much had a duck pond sailing to Canada. Every day I went to
the upper deck in the hope of seeing my first glimpse of Canada. Land
ahoy! After 5 days I saw Newfoundland on the horizon
and soon after, we entered the Gulf of St. Lawrence. We
sailed along the St. Lawrence River, passing Quebec City at about midnight, which
was very exciting! I already knew that Canada was going to be "home".
There were simply no doubts in my mind at all. The next day, we arrived
at Montreal at noon, and were checked in as "landed immigrants". I saw policemen with guns for
the first time in my life! But the adventure wasn't over yet: two
interesting train trips were still ahead. The first was a long and
beautiful ride to Halifax (we passed Quebec City once again), a
trip which I've done many times since, and which I still love. The next
day we arrived in Halifax, and took another train to the Annapolis
Valley - the last segment of our long journey. None of us was ready for
the next surprise: after a while, we noticed that in Windsor we were
going along the street - but we weren't in a street car! I feel very
privileged to have been able to take this trip for many reasons: not
just for having the opportunity to go to Canada, but for the ship and
train trips themselves - some, alas, don't exist any more. In Kingston,
we were met by Bob Swim (former Principal of West Kings District High
School, where my father would teach, and my sister and I would go to
school) and discovered the wonderful, open, Canadian friendliness
straight away. Although we were wiped out by all the travelling (now
about 10 days, with fourteen suitcases and bags), he showed us everything
that we needed to see: the town, the shops, his house and much more!
Probably a great way not to have jet lag!
In September, we started at West Kings. Again, I knew that this was
going to be for me. Alas, they made one big misassumption: because I
was from the "Old Country", they assumed I had to be a bit better, and put me
in a class with kids one year older than myself. However, it wasn't a
complete disaster: I marvelled that all the teachers took an immediate
interest in me. Why? In England at that time, when you got bad marks, you just moved
on to the next school year. In Canada, it means getting held back. Obviously,
it's not only bad for the student: if a teacher has too many failures,
it could reflect negatively on their performance too. I had always been
bad at Maths, but Mrs. Trites, my first Maths teacher in Canada, seemed
quite sure she was going to get me through Grade 11 Maths. How? She
noticed that I seemed to have learned little Algebra or Geometry in
England. She simply suggested that I sit in on my sister's Maths class
for a while - she being one year younger. In England, I would have
rather died than do this! They seemed to find it normal here, and I was
never teased about it once! But, concentrate I did! I even passed Maths in my first year - something which I'd never done in England (thank you Mrs. Trites!). I just missed passing Grade 12 Maths the first time, but, as is normal in Canada, I just
repeated the course and passed easily the second time through. I
actually repeated some of Grade 12 through my own choice: to gain back
the year which I'd skipped in 1970. I had a great year, even taking
typing, which was to be a great asset later in life: look at the length
of this blog! That's why I belong to the class of '72, but stayed in
school until 1973. After three years of
working quite hard, (something in Nova Scotia had really motivated me!) I had
adequate grades to get me into university. Indeed, I was even able to
choose to which university I wanted to go.
In 1973, I was planning on studying violin, either at Mount Allison or
Acadia University. Then, I just happened to sing a few notes for Prof.
Marie McCarthy at Acadia. She really impressed me and was so warm and
encouraging. "You're probably a tenor - and they're worth their weight
in gold" she told me. She mentioned that they were doing an opera (Dido
and Aeneas of Purcell) the following year, and were looking for tenors.
Well, I was sold, and that's where I went. They were two wonderful, but
frustrating years. I learned so much. I did sing in the opera, both
University Choirs, played violin and oboe in the University Orchestra,
not to forget piano and, on occasion, saxophone in the Acadia Jazz
Band. I was very happy. Then, after just three months, my oboe and theory teacher
(Prof. Robert McCarthy) was fired without reason. He was completely and
utterly framed. It was, of course, assumed that if he left, his wife
would leave too. The next 1 1/2 years were spent fighting for the rights
of Prof. McCarthy. One Saturday evening, three or four of us sat around
in the empty student room, wondering what we could do. A hunger strike
was suggested and that's what we started! (I'd had stomach problems
since high school, and had to stop after three days, but after a few
days, the number of hunger strikers had grown incredibly). We even made
the CBC national news! The following year, we had a campus-wide student
strike: about 80 % of all students boycotted classes for several days.
The fight to get Bob McCarthy reinstated took about 5 years. It all
went to binding arbitration: he won, and was reinstated. Alas, for me
and my studies at Acadia, I was forced to leave at the end of my second
year. It was probably hard for Marie McCarthy and other professors to
see so many of us go, but, we had little choice. In my third year at
Acadia, I was faced with taking all my courses (except Voice and Oboe)
from the very same people that had framed Prof. McCarthy. As I had
demonstrated against these four professors (the "Slaughterhouse-Four",
as Prof. Gmeiner once called them!) so often during the last two years,
I felt that in no way would I have been treated or marked fairly for
any of their courses.
Montreal
That led to auditions at McGill University in Montreal, and the
Eastman School of Music in Rochester, N.Y. It was at this time that I
met Prof. Jan Simons of McGill. For the second time, I had the nice, but difficult
choice of which university to attend. Eastman had so much prestige, but
wouldn't give me the choice with which professor I would study voice. Jan
Simons said that if I were to attend McGill then I could be in his
class. And that's what I did - getting both my Bachelor's and Master's
degrees there.
Montreal was a wonderful time for me. I really enjoyed the
bilingual side of life there. It's a beautiful city with so much to do
and see, not to mention eat. It's a great city for restaurants! The
years at McGill were very rewarding and beneficial: the teaching of Jan
Simons had a profound affect on me, especially all his advice
concerning Lieder singing. I took the opportunity to learn
french at this time. One of my most valuable experiences was singing
with L'Ensemble Claude-Gervaise: a quebecois ensemble
specialising in french and quebecois music, with quite
nationalistic views, and I was the only singer and an anglophone at
that! I learned so much. My career got a real boost singing
with the Studio de musique ancienne de Montreal. I was very
lucky to get so much solo work so young! I am very grateful to Christopher Jackson
for giving me those early chances and for also being such a great
musical influence on me. I also sang with the Men and Boys Choir of St.
Matthias' Church, Westmount for many years and that was a wonderful
experience too: since 1970 I had missed English Church Music alot, and
here was a chance to sing it every week with a very good choir. I
learned so much from the organist and choir director Stephen Crisp. I
was always so grateful that he looked through and played my compositions,
especially the hymn tunes. Some of my successes in hymn writing
go back to the things which he taught me. Stephen was such an
encouraging musician. Some of his descants still ring in my ears! And I
made many good friends there too - several of whom I still in touch
with. I'd love to get back to Montreal soon and see them.
Thanks, Brian, for the years of jokes which you sent me! Some of
them were even good!
USA
Boston
In the early 1980s, I wanted to see what was going on musically in the
US. I spent two years in Boston, singing as a soloist with the Boston
Camerata and at the Church of the Advent. I wasn't brought up high
church, but I really enjoyed that experience. It was real theatre,
sometimes there were up to seven priests - all with smells and bells! I
remember so well the Easter morning mass: it started around 5 am. The
service began with candles in the dark church, no lights, no organ. One
year, as the organ began to roar with the beginning of the "Gloria" the
sun suddenly shone brightly through one of the very highest windows. A
moment which I will never forget!
Germany
Cologne
In 1983, I felt the time had come to move to continental Europe for a while. The "a
while" was going to be a few years in Germany, and then we'll see -
perhaps moving on to London or Paris. Well, I'm still there almost four decades
later! I spent 13 of those years in Cologne, singing everywhere, living mostly out of a
suitcase in trains and hotels. Another cathedral city with its
magnificent Gothic "Dom", although I much prefer the 12 romanesque
churches there! I sang a high-mass in latin with Gregorian chant almost every week at the Basilika St. Aposteln for most of my time in Cologne.
From 1990-2021 I taught voice and early music at the Hoch Conservatory in Frankfurt and commuted between Cologne and Frankfurt for 7 years. Then, I
just got burned out. I just couldn't travel anymore. So, a move was
made to Frankfurt in 1997, another city with a great cathedral in which I love to sing!
Canada
Lunenburg
I will always be homesick for Lunenburg and Nova Scotia. I have wanted to go home for
years, but it's a move that, unfortunately, will have to wait. However, I'll head home once or twice each year. I can't wait!