Saturday, 26 May 2012
This morning, shaded from the heat by a canopy which the wind threatened to blow away, Abbey Brass entertained the visitors at Appleford Fete.
It was a simple, but good event, with local fruit and veg on sale, tea & coffee, cake, charity stalls, local information and bootsale-style tables. But the highlight of the event had to be the traction engines, which ocassionally made circuts of the field.
It was great to have an opportunity to practise the marches that the band intend to use a Whit Friday, as well as to play in such picturesque conditions. Thanks to all that attended- we hope you had a good time!
You can next see Abbey Brass at Blenheim Palace on Tuesday the 5th of June (or, of course, at the Whit Friday marches this Friday).
Monday, 21 May 2012
From Crusade of Tears by C.D. Baker
"I'll sing a song of the women of Brabbia." He hummed a few notes before he began, and it was plain that he'd been blessed with a voice well suited for his calling:
I met once a maid
Whose touch stole my soul.
A beauty indeed,
An angel aglow.
Silk hair, golden braids,
Shaped hips, eyes of blue
Her smile lit the heavens,
Her kiss was sweet dew.
Red lips like spring roses....
Sunday, 20 May 2012
This is where I share a song that has been mentioned in one of my reading books. Sometimes it will be a real song, other times a fictional one. I will also include a video where possible.
From Crusader of Tears by C.D. Baker
Schonster Herr Jesu / the Crusader's Hymn:
Fairest Lord Jesus,
Ruler of all nature,
Son of God and Son of Man.
Thee will I cherish,
Thee will I honor,
Thou, my soul's glory, joy and crown.
Fair are the meadows,
Fair are the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring:
Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,
Who makes the woeful heart to sing.
Fair is the sunshine,
Fair is the moonlight,
And all the twinkling, starry host:
Jesus shines brighter,
Jesus shines purer
Than all the angels heav'n can boast.
Lord of all nations.
Son of God and Son of Man.
Glory and honor,
Now and forevermore by Thine.
"Pieter squeezed his eyes closed in desperate prayer but his pleadings had barely left his lips when, as much to his own surprise as to others', he began singing. There was no reason for such a thing, no known purpose whatever, but his raspy voice had become suddenly clear and miraculously resonant, and he crooned the children's favouite hymn with the vigour of a man half his age."
Friday, 4 May 2012
Come over to the RAF base near Abingdon this Sunday to join in the fun and hear Abbey Brass playing some of their tunes. We will be playing twice- at around 10.30am and 2pm.
(see links in sidebar for more info)
A great day out for all!