by William Kunhardt, Principal Conductor | Jun 8, 2017 | Uncategorized
Tristan Und Isolde. A love more complete than any other. Two people, bound helplessly to each other and to death, by a potion coursing through their veins. They strain, they resist. Yet every turn, every attempt at flight pulls the knots of their passion unbreakably...
by William Kunhardt, Principal Conductor | Jun 1, 2017 | Uncategorized
Someone, waiting for me among the violins met with a world like a buried tower sinking its spiral below layered leaves colour of sulphur, and lower yet in a vein of gold, like a sword in a scabbard of meteors… Glossy wooden floor, yellow electric lights. You...
by William Kunhardt, Principal Conductor | May 22, 2017 | Uncategorized
Gap-toothed, the piano waited in a corner For fingers to give it voice – a hopeful yellowing smile. As the bats hung beneath their vines, The tarantulas dreamed of cool, starry nights. It’s amazing how in South and Latin America, a family’s history becomes myth...
by William Kunhardt, Principal Conductor | May 18, 2017 | Uncategorized
If everyone alive today traced their ancestry back through their mothers, and their mothers, and their mothers before them, we would all eventually converge. Shrouded in the mists of time and gene pools, we would discover a woman who everyone walking the planet today...
by William Kunhardt, Principal Conductor | May 18, 2017 | Uncategorized
In Japan, the Buddhist monks tell of a mythical vision. A flash of enlightenment that can befall any man, woman or child. Kensho. For a split second, our true nature is laid bare. The unending stream of energy which knows only the eternal now, the stream of which we...
by William Kunhardt, Principal Conductor | May 4, 2017 | Uncategorized
Deep in the deserts of Namibia, the San Bushmen guard a virtually untouched, millennia-old culture. Learning music lies at the heart of that culture. But not ‘learning music’ as you and I know it. There’s no mention of wrong tempo, or better interpretation or...
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