Once I was a clever boy learning the arts of Oxford... is a quotation from the verses written by Bishop Richard Fleming (c.1385-1431) for his tomb in Lincoln Cathedral. Fleming, the founder of Lincoln College in Oxford, is the subject of my research for a D. Phil., and, like me, a son of the West Riding.

I have remarked in the past that I have a deeply meaningful on-going relationship with a dead fifteenth century bishop...
It was Fleming who, in effect, enabled me to come to Oxford and to learn its arts, and for that I am immensely grateful.


Saturday, 31 March 2012

Listening to Byrd


Last night, thanks to the generosity of a friend, I was at a concert at that great monument to nineteenth century Oxford Tractarianism, the church of St Barnabas in Jericho. The performers were The Cardinall's Musicke, and their programme of music for Easter, largely by the Catholic composer William Byrd (c.1540-1623).

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William Byrd
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I was struck by the purity of voice, combined with a warmth of sound, in the performances. The first part was Byrd's Four Part Mass, and, after the interval, other pieces by him, including his setting of the Vespers of Easter Saturday, which were sung at the end of the Easter Vigil, and a setting of In Exitu Israel . This was a work produced in collaboration with two other Chapel Royal singing-men, John Sheppard and William Mundy, and one of his earliest compositions. Sheppard died in 1558 and it is thought taht this settimng may well have been written for Westminster Abbey during the Marian restoration of Benedictine life there. The alternatim psalm was sung during the procession to the font at the Pascal Vigil in the Sarum Use.

This was a beautifully sung concert and rich in both meditative and historical reflection. Byrd is proving popular at Ordinariate Masses to illustrate both continuity/patrimony and also what was under attack in the lifetime of Byrd and his contemporaries. A fine evening.

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