Roland Appel, violin
Roland Appel studied violin with David Martin and Frederick Grinke at the Royal Academy of Music, whilst also pursuing his scientific research interests at University College and Imperial College London.
Roland has maintained his deep interest in music which he has continued in parallel to science. He pursues this interest through participation in chamber music and string quartets, as well as carrying out solo engagements that have recently included Vaughan Williams’ Lark Ascending at the Brighton Fringe Arts Festival, and the Beethoven Violin Concerto.
This afternoon Roland will be playing violin with Nicola in Rebecca Clarke's Three Irish Country Songs.
Lynda Chang, piano
Lynda began learning the piano at the age of 3 with a wonderful German teacher in Hong Kong, who gave Lynda an excellent grounding which eventually led to four years’ study at the Royal College of Music in London where she achieved a 1st class honours B.Mus. and was awarded the Tagore gold medal – RCM’s annual nomination for the most distinguished student of the year.
In addition to working with soloists as well as the Epsom Male Voice Choir, Lynda is a regular accompanist for the National Children’s Orchestra’s annual batch of scholarship winners. She particularly enjoys her collaborations with actress Carole Boyd (Lynda Snell from BBC Radio 4's The Archers), jointly performing programmes of words and music at corporate and theatrical events.
Louise-Kirkby-Lunn was a leading English contralto of the first two decades of the last century. Here is her recording of Elgar's Like to the Damask Rose.
And on the right is the text, by Francis Quarles.
Like to the damask rose you see,
Or like the blossom on a tree,
Or like the dainty flow'r of May,
Or like the morning of the day,
Or like the sun, or like the shade,
Or like the gourd which Jonas had,
Even such is man, whose thread is spun,
Drawn out, and cut, and so is done :
The rose withers, the blossom blasteth,
The flower fades, the morning hasteth,
The sun sets, the shadow flies,
The gourd consumes, the man, he dies.
Like to the grass that's newly sprung,
Or like a tale that's new begun,
Or like a bird that's here to-day,
Or like the pearled dew of May,
Or like an hour, or like a span,
Or like the singing of a swan,
Even such is man, who lives by breath,
Is here, now there, in life, and death :
The grass withers, the tale is ended,
The bird is flown, the dew's ascended,
The hour is short, the span not long,
The swan's near death, — man's life is done.