Ride on

Ride on, ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die. O Christ, your triumphs now begin o’er captive death and conquered sin. Henry Hart Milman wrote those words in 1827 and these are the words that we will sing tonight, at Evensong. Not the hymn tune that most of us know (we’ll … More Ride on

The spaces between

“A public performance is a miracle. You never know who’s watching, but you feel a communion between yourself, the audience, and the composer who wrote the notes two hundred years ago. But [forget] the notes. The notes are not important. They were the composer’s only means of communicating. The important thing is what’s between the … More The spaces between