tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060605.post-6163296654881433022008-01-14T16:25:00.000Z2008-01-14T16:25:00.000Z2008-01-14T16:25:00.000ZRight on cue a nice example in today's Guardian of how not to do it -<BR/><BR/><I>Liverpool's biggest band - the Royal Liverpool Philharmonic - was not at home because it was here in the arena, stacked in horizontal ranks, now red, now blue. They played a chunk from Stravinsky's Rite of Spring and a little piece by Shostakovich. But most of the night they were the ultimate backing group, joining almost every band on every number, with their dynamic young conductor, Vasily Petrenko, riding high on a scissor lift and joining lustily in the Lennon singalong.<BR/><BR/>The RLPO was in the thick of it at the start, a melange of Rule Britannia, Amazing Grace (with images of slave ships), Jerusalem and Land of Hope and Glory, with mezzo Kathryn Rudge got up as Britannia to belt out the ruling the waves bit before being joined by two more singers, the Liverpool Welsh Choir, a brass band and semaphoring sea cadets. It was a wonderfully surreal moment. Very Liverpool.</I><BR/><BR/>http://arts.guardian.co.uk/art/news/story/0,,2240333,00.htmlPliablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10616598845886342325noreply@blogger.com