LOWDY BRABYN

Musician

 

Lowdy Brabyn (Stonar School in Wiltshire '91-'96) graduated from Edinburgh University in 2001 in Religous Studies, 2:1. She was working at the Courtauld Institute until February 2002.

http://www.stonar.wilts.sch.uk/soga/news.html

 
The Stage

Singer / Songwriter Philip Jeays knows how to write a tune. But it's his words which count. This is an hours worth of songs, each of which is a short story in it's own right.Some are just that, whimsical or humorous narrative stories, but the best songs are those, such as Richenda or Geoff, which pick an emotion & take it for a walk. It helps that Jeays' material is highly personal, but his distaste for organised religion & the use of uniforms to create those who "live their lives in little swarms" certainly has the ability to offend. At his best Jeays' pale, thin figure & warm honey coated voice are reminiscent of David Bowie in his golden years. His band - piano, guitars, flute & cello played by David Harrod, William George Q, Karl Hide-Prince & Lowdy Brabyn respectively - provide tight backing in arrangements which pick up & echo the timbre & syncopation of the voice & words. If anyone needed a late - nineties rock opera, Jeays would be the one to call.

Thom Dibdin

http://www.jeays.com/info/reviews98.html

 

Orpheus in the Underworld 

by Offenbach

Plot Summary

Act I - An Arcadian Meadow
Pluto is on earth, disguised as a shepherd,  to enjoy the simple country delights of Euridice.  In a moment of passion he takes her away to the Underworld with him.  Orpheus is overjoyed to hear that she is gone and that he is a free man again.  Unfortunately his mother, Calliope, has other ideas and insists that they travel to Mount Olympus when they can press their case with Jupiter the King of the Gods.

Act II - Mount Olympus 
The Gods are a bit cheesed off at Jupiter's high handed preaching and double standards.  When Calliope and Orpheus arrive, Jupiter sends for Pluto and dismisses them.  The Gods decide they want some of the action and stage a revolt.  Prompted by Calliope he mounts an expedition to the Underworld to rescue Euridice and decides to take all the God with him for a holiday

Act III - The Underworld
Euridice is bored.  She was expecting some action but 'hardly feels ravished at all'.  Pluto hurries on ahead to make sure that Euridice is safely out of sight in a cupboard.  Jupiter arrives and Pluto leaves to organize some celebration to welcome the Olympic Committee.  Suspicious that Euridice might be in the cupboard he has a peer through the keyhole.  Cupid enters and disguises Jupiter as a Fly so he can seduce Euridice.  The Revels start and there is much drinking and dancing.  Calliope and Orpheus arrive and demand that Jupiter resolves the situation.  He states that Euridice can follow Orpheus out of the Underworld on the condition that he does not look behind at her.  He fails when Jupiter prods him with his thunder stick.  Euridice is left to choose her lover and chooses Baccus much to everyone's surprise.

 Orpheus:

Finn Pollard

Eurydice:

Ellie Hammond

Pluto:

David Kilgour

Jupiter

Alister Mill

Calliope:

Lowdy Brabyn

Juno:

Rae Lamond

Venus:

Melanie Cairns

Bacchus:

Jonathan Clelland

Diana:

Lucy Kendra

Vulcan:

Ruairidh Kerr

Cupid:

Shona Mackinnon

Mars:

David Powada

Mercury:

Rob Wykes

Icarus

Rhys Jenkins

Styx:

Charlie Wakely

Sheep:

John Cleverly

Sheep:

Christian Nesgaard

Director:

Rhys Jenkins

Musical Director:

Edward Longhurst

Assistant Director:

Charlie Wakely

 

 http://www.eusog.org/about_savoy/1999_orpheus.shtml

 

The Guardian invited readers to write about their most memorable moments of the ski season. Here is one of the winning entries

 

The cup runneth over
Méribel, France by Lowdy Brabyn

 

There can be few things better than sitting with friends around the outdoor table of a mountain ski bar in the late afternoon sunshine of the Alps, exhausted in body, elated in spirit, vin chaud in hand, swapping tales of heroism and defeat and feeling that alcoholic warmth find its way to those tired thighs, aching calves and stiffening biceps and giving them all a congratulatory hug.

 

For me, such moments are what skiing is all about, moments of pure happiness and comradeship where life just cannot get any better. My favourite place to savour them is at Le Rond-Point, a ski-in, ski-out bar just above Méribel.

 

There, the toffee vodka flows and, on a Monday night, the punters dance in their ski-boots to the brilliant beats of live band The Noise. Mont Vallon glows pink in the west, a reminder of those magnificent bowls of fresh powder, conquered only hours earlier, which now sink into the purple gloom beneath its fiery peaks.

It is this twilight hour when my contentment crystallises, the memories of an exhilarating day, the delicious satisfaction of the moment and the anticipation of tomorrow are all right there in my overflowing cup.

 

http://sport.guardian.co.uk/Print/0,3858,4384757,00.html

 

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