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Photo by Andy Dawson ReidA suggested in my last post, our dalliance with the arts over the winter months here on Vancouver Island has not been confined to the theatre alone. This follow-up missive takes us into the wonderful world of music in Victoria… and a surprisingly varied world that is. Herewith a few of the highlights from a wide spectrum of celebratory events.  As chance would have it these all feature predominantly the human voice

First up – an event for which we had purchased tickets way back in the summer of 2025 – the extraordinary Ladysmith Black Mambazo at The Royal Theatre.

Now – just in case any gentle reader should be unaware of this legendary ensemble, herewith a brief extract from their extensive entry in Wikipedia:

“Ladysmith Black Mambazo is a South African male choral group singing in the local vocal styles of isicathamiya and mbube. They became known internationally after singing with Paul Simon on his 1986 album “Graceland”. They have since won many awards, including five Grammy Awards.

Formed by Joseph Shabalala in 1960, they became one of South Africa’s most prolific musical groups. Their releases received gold and platinum disc honours in both South Africa and abroad. The group became a mobile academy of South African through their isicathamiya music”.

At The Royal – on a virtually unadorned stage and behind a simple row of microphones – the nine members of the current choir quickly captivated the sell-out crowd with their infectious call-and-response routines, their silky harmonisation and their soulful melodies – the which were energetically underscored by their exuberant choreography. Our faces were wreathed with delighted smiles throughout.

(Sadly, we hear that Albert Mazibuko – one of the founders of Ladysmith Black Mambazo – recently passed away. Rest in peace).

At the opposite end of the spectrum from The Royal Theatre may be found the ‘Brentwood Bay Village Empourium’. This delightful meeting place bills itself thus:

“Welcome to Greater Victoria’s Favourite place to meet up with friends, enjoy great food and drink and browse our selection of merchandise – much of it locally and regionally procured. From apparel to dishware, greeting cards, candles, decor, jewellery and gifts – we’re your friendly neighbourhood general store and more”!

In addition to decent coffee and rather good snacks this hospitable cafe is also a live music venue. On Friday nights the display cabinets in the centre of the shop are pushed back to create an intimate 35 seat cabaret-style venue at which local musicians just love to play.

I am slightly embarrassed to admit that – in the decade since we came to Canada – we had not until recently attended any of these shows. This omission was corrected a few weeks back for the visit of Victoria legend, Louise Rose. This from the BC Entertainment Hall of Fame website:

“Musical from a very early age, Louise’s capabilities and interests haven’t exactly been restricted to making music. A native of the United States, she has, among other things, been a police officer, a Baptist missionary and a sociology teacher. But all that changed after she arrived in Victoria in the early 1970’s and fell in love with British Columbia’s capital city. A pianist, vocalist, and actress, she was formally trained in piano, organ, voice, conducting and arranging. Her teachers included Oscar Peterson, Duke Ellington and Leonard Bernstein. She is host of ‘Let’s Sing Again’ – and leader of the Louise Rose Trio. Louise is also conductor of the highly successful Victoria Good News Choir, which specializes in blues, gospel, semi-classical and jazz”.

We have seen Louise before and can attest to the fact that she truly lives up to her legend. She improvises on the piano with an extraordinary harmonic sense and is a character very much larger than life. At the Empourium she declared that she did not hold with breaks between sets – and that she would simply play until she had run out of requests.

Finally in this eclectic smorgasbord of musical treats is one that I had not expected to experience. The Victoria Symphony Orchestra (VSO) were closing out their season with a performance of Mozart’s Requiem at the Royal – the which event was sold out long before we heard about it. In part this was because the VSO was to be joined for the performance by the choir of King’s College, Cambridge.

When I did finally hear the news it came in the form of a flyer advertising the availability of a very limited number of seats at one of the final rehearsals for the concert. This would take place at the Farquhar auditorium at the University of Victoria and only one hundred and seventy five tickets would be issued. The choir and the VSO would be led through the Requiem by the King’s College Director of Music, Daniel Hyde, with his instructions amplified for the edification of the fascinated attendees.

I have long had a tangential interest in the King’s College Choir – and not just because I was a boy soprano back in the day before my voice broke. I grew up listening to the recordings of the King’s College Choir (in particular those of their Christmas choral music, the which I still reach for come the season). Also, my penultimate employment in the UK was at a very well known school that not only had its own excellent choir but was also blessed with strong links to Cambridge. For a number of years I sang in impromptu Christmas Eve choirs in the chapel there and can attest to some of the magic involved.

 

 

 

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Wow!!

From our slider windows here on the Saanich peninsula we have views to the east, looking out over the Haro Strait towards Pender Island. We also get to see further islands in the Gulf and San Juan groups the which are – on clear days – set-off nicely by Mount Baker looming in the background.

Given that we live in the land of the rain forest it should be no surprise that we also get to see much mist and cloud – not to mention plenty of days when nothing can be seen at all.

There are, however, plenty of days on which – with the sun following earlier rain – we get to see beautiful rainbows such as that in the image below. Sometimes we get double rainbows and – very occasionally – triples!

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I had never, however, until very recently seen a horizontal rainbow such as that in this second image. Wikipedia helpfully informs us that this is a rare occurrence called a circumhorizontal arc that only appears in specific exceptional circumstances.

Wow indeed!!

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“I killed my ex lovers and buried to my memories’ grave.
It is January and I am tired of being brave.”

Arzum Uzun

It occurs to me that the month just finished was the first January (with just a couple of exceptions) during which I had not worked since way back in the 1970s. Strangely – and slightly guilt-inductively – it has zipped by and disappeared over the horizon with nary a second thought. How odd!

It helps, of course, that though we have been watching avidly the reports of terrible weathers afflicting different parts of the globe, here – on the west coast of Canada – it has been merely wet… not icily, gustily, torrentially or anything else like that. Just wet!

Yesterday – however – there was sunshine as well – and we marvelled at how the shafts of sunlight pierced the forest at Centennial Park.

Naturally, pictures were taken:

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson Reid Hey guys – it’s still the middle of winter!!

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Those who live outside Canada – and those who are not Canadians – may very well not even get this allusion – let alone understand why The Girl and I fell about laughing at its subject. For completeness, this is a sign at the entrance to a pedestrian stairway down into an underground car park at Uptown here in Victoria.

Now – just in case there are any who feel left in the dark by this enigmatic epistle – here is a handy explanation that should clear up any confusion:

Enjoy!

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It seems that the majority of posts to this journal for December feature photographs taken at and around Island View beach here on the Saanich Peninsula. In part this abundance is because Island View is a particularly good place to walk in winter, but also because it is photogenic and constantly changing with the weather. This latest batch of images were taken on a day when the wind was seasonably bitter and gusting strongly from the south east. The Haro Strait rarely sees breakers (not behind Sidney and James islands at any rate) but this was an exception. One could easily appreciate how so many fallen (or felled) trees could end up being tossed onto the shore:

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidNow – for me this sort of day calls for a brisk walk and then to scurry back into the warmth of our safe abode – where we can hunker down and day-dream about sun-bathed beaches in the distant south. Not so for these dudes:

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“Late afternoon on the West Coast ends with the sky doing all its brilliant stuff”

Joan Didion

Last time out I posted a cluster of images of the driftwood that accumulates above the strand line on our beaches here on Vancouver Island – and of the structures that our fellow humans feel compelled to build using it.

I thought I might now just add a few further photographs taken on the same sunny walk. The motivation so to do is in part the fact that the weather has comprised nothing but rain since that most pleasant day and I would like to be able to contemplate other more cheerful moods.

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We are well into December now and the year seems to be rushing away as though trying desperately to escape. Given the grim happenings of the passed twelve months that is perhaps no surprise. Indeed it may even be no bad thing.

Here on the west coast of Canada the weather is also doing its best wash away all of the horribleness – with a forecast for the foreseeable future featuring rain, rain, rain and even more rain.

As a result the occasional sunny days seem to be even more of a gift than usual – and we are sure to make the most of them. Here we walk along Island View Beach – above the strandline – marvelling at the huge logs that have been thrown up along the shore by the extra high tides.

Not only are these ocean-worn monoliths strangely beautiful in their own right, but it also seems that folks cannot resist the temptation to erect makeshift monuments from this un-looked for bounty on the beaches.

I thought that the gentle reader might perhaps like to peruse a few images of these driftwood dreams:

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She stands in tattered gold
Tossing bits of amber and jade
Jewels of a year grown old:
November.”

Zephyr Ware Tarver – “A Queen Makes an Exit”

November is upon us!…

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It’s there…

“I like the ephemeral thing about theatre, every performance is like a ghost – it’s there and then it’s gone”.

Maggie Smith

As promised but a few posts back – herewith a brief disquisition (please forgive the contradiction in terms – it feels longer than it is!) on our theatrical experiences thus far this year.

Regular attendees to this forum will be well aware that The Girl and I have always been avid theatre goers. Indeed, one of the things that we really do miss from the Old Country is the sheer extent, variety and boldness of the theatrical fare on offer in London and elsewhere in the UK.

With a considerably smaller oeuvre upon which to call it is perhaps inevitable that, on occasion, we find ourselves a little disappointed by the quality and vision of the offerings here in Victoria. We are enthusiasts for The Belfry Theatre and continue to hold season tickets there, but we find the programming to be, on occasion, uneven and the theatre’s perhaps understandable emphasis on contemporary Canadian writing to feel somewhat parochial.

We did, however, enjoy Anosh Irani’s “Behind the Moon” back at the start of the year and, even more so, the most recent production; Michael Healey’s clever political comedy, “1979“. This brilliantly written and acted piece would have been entertaining regardless, but to one such as I – a neophyte when it comes to Canadian political history – this examination of the political career of Canada’s youngest prime minister, Joe Clark, was fascinating and inevitably prescient. As a theatrical device I particularly enjoyed the manner in which the projected captions had a voice all of their own.

Arguably, the best production that we have seen at the Belfry thus far this year was not one of their own at all. Two Victoria companies – Puente Theatre and Blue Bridge Repertory Theatre – joined forces to launch the ‘Great Works Theatre Festival‘. Of this venture they say:

The Great Works Theatre Festival is a ground-breaking new initiative dedicated to bold interpretations and adaptations of the world’s great theatrical works. By joining forces, both companies aim to enrich Victoria’s cultural landscape and foster artistic collaboration through fresh takes on timeless classics“.

The festival’s inaugural season featured two works, staged at The Belfry; Federico García Lorca’s ‘Blood Wedding‘ (in a new version by Mercedes Bátiz-Benét) and David Hirson’s 1991 comedy, ‘La Bête‘ (‘The Beast‘). We saw the latter back in August and were mightily impressed. Of the production Christine van Reeuwyk wrote in the Peninsula News Review:

David Hirson’s 1992 Olivier Award-winning comedy is set on the estate of Princess Conti in 1654 Languedoc, France. The play is an homage to the man who is considered France’s greatest playwright and satirist Jean-Baptiste Poquelin – better known by his stage name, Moliere. Revolving around the attempt by a royal patron to introduce a megalomaniac street performer and playwright into one of France’s most respected theatre ensembles, La Bete is a contemporary comic masterpiece that skewers a world that has gone mad with the thrall of ego“.

“Audiences attending La Bête will experience a virtual hurricane of words,” director Brian Richmond said in a news release. “Thoughtful words, complex words but, mostly, hysterically funny words placed in a structure of perfectly rhymed couplets that mirror the form and practice of the French theatre of the 17th century. Although utilizing the lush scenery and costumes present in France at the height of its power, we could have just as easily set the production in the City of Babel or modern day Washington, DC, so timeless is its satirical focus.”

The street performer – Valere – was played in this production by the extraordinary Britt Candide Small, who won a well deserved ovation for her delivery of the stunning 30 minute monologue in iambic pentameter which is the centrepiece of the first part of the show.

The blog – ‘Haska’s Haunt‘ – says of the production:

“Where audiences have so often seen pared down, two-hander, black box shows, the richness of this production feels almost surprising, but every detail included was utilized. Every bit of stage magic, every piece of costuming, every character was there with purpose, and it all contributed to a work that can easily be revisited and has so much to enjoy”.

“Hear, hear” – say I!

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“Sir, a woman’s preaching is like a dog’s walking on his hind legs. It is not done well; but you are surprised to find it done at all.”

Samuel Johnson

A couple of days back The Girl and I drove up island to the small but quaint town of Ladysmith – to luncheon with The Girl’s mother. It was a splendidly sunny day and we had a really good time on the Mill Bay ferry, cruising up the Trans-Canada Highway and enjoying a very agreeable lunch in a somewhat unexpected ‘English’ pub called the Fox and Hounds, the which is in the middle of Ladysmith.

It will probably come as little surprise to anyone who knows where we live that ‘authentic’ UK and Irish pubs can be located quite readily on the island – and they do tend to be pretty good facsimiles of those across the pond. This one offered home-made steak and kidney pies (long time since I indulged!) which were more than satisfactory. They also did a really rather splendid sticky toffee pudding (particularly excellent when they acceded to our request for additional toffee sauce)!

Yum!

On the way back to the ferry we saw on the road something that I have never seen before. A dude passed us on the highway on a big bike – and on the pillion seat there sat a big dog! The dog was wearing some sort of harness – though I couldn’t make out the details – and had his front paws on the dude’s shoulders so that he could see the road ahead…

…and ‘Yes!’ – the dog was wearing goggles!

I would love to have been able to take a photo, but neither dude nor dog where hanging around – and we had a ferry to narrowly miss (though we did have a most pleasant wait in the sun for the next crossing).

When I got home I leapt upon the InterWebNet to see if I could locate a suitable image to head up this post. What I found was – of course – that our sighting was by no means a rarity and that dogs on bikes are quite a thing.

Who knew?

Any road – here are a few snaps taken in Mill Bay whilst we lounged about waiting for the ferry.

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