On Monday we had a DCC meeting at our house, at which we were told that Anna would like to join. Later I learnt via e-mail from Howard that Elwira was already a member, though no-one knew anything about it, and she wasn’t on the list approved at the annual parochial church meeting – thus she didn’t know about Monday’s meeting. Later still I discovered (again via Howard) that Debbie also wants to be a member. I think I may come off the DCC, because non-members are soon going to be the more select group, and it will be less hassle.
On Tuesday Dot and I went to hear Barb Jungr sing some Bob Dylan songs. She sounds German but is in fact English and has a superb voice, as well as a good stage presence. She was supported by keyboard and bass, and there was a strong jazz feel to the evening – which started at 10pm and took place in the Spiegeltent on Chapelfield Gardens. The Spiegeltent is a feature of the Norfolk and Norwich Festival and is half large tent, half pub. We managed to get seats by a small table and bought a half of cider each.
The set lasted about 75 minutes and was really enjoyable, starting with a great version of Times Have Changed and ending with an even more brilliant version of Chimes of Freedom. Pleasant walk home through an empty city.
Yesterday the weather broke and it rained, though paradoxically it was probably warmer. Before it rained I walked up to see Phil and Joy, because they are off for a week with Sam and Lucy (travelling as I write) and wanted me to water their flowers. Later we went to our third Festival event – this time walking up in the company of Des and Chris until we lost them in the Cathedral.
This time it was a Three Choirs event, with the choirs from Ely, Peterborough and Norwich cathedrals performing a number of items that all sounded very similar but extremely well done, accompanied mainly by an organ and a harp. I think Dot liked it, but for me this is the kind of music that is enjoyed mainly by the people producing it – and of course by the parents whose children were in the choirs. We had a couple of them in front of us: the woman tried various positions to get a good view of her son, including two different chairs and the stones by one of the fonts. I don’t blame her – she was quite fun to watch, and you couldn’t see much of what was happening at the front.