Taking lessons from guitarist Julian Bream
I’d missed the news about Julian Bream’s death. When this great figure of classical guitar, who had done so much to champion the instrument at a time when it was far from fashionable, died, I was in rural Scotland. After many months surrounded by concrete and the background buzz of a city never truly quiet regardless of what lockdown threw at it, it was a calming joy to be reconnected with the rhythms of the day, the space of the surrounding countryside and the expansive sky. There was no phone or Wi-Fi signal – which swiftly reminded me how dependent I’d become on instant-access streaming services (though rather movingly in hindsight, of the only two albums I gratefully found downloaded on my phone, one was Dreams & Fancies, Sean Shibe’s beautiful…