Post 72: Sitting on the top of a bus
I don’t make a habit of peering into school boy’s bedrooms but as it happened in an idle commuting moment I found myself looking out of the window of a bus whilst passing some boarding houses of an austere boys school. So you can imagine my excitement when I saw a picture of Jimi adorning one of the walls. I know I have a propensity to see Hendrix everywhere (and I confess I did consider returning to take a photograph of said bedroom, but realised that possibly could have got a bit Gregory’s Girl and was probably illegal) but it did make me seriously reflect for a moment about the breadth of audience we have the potential of reaching. This was further reinforced when only a day after the bus moment I was chatting over lunch to a long serving, senior Handel volunteer. I had assumed he was a die hard Handel fan (which of course he is) with virtually no interest in Hendrix. He was asking me about the project generally and it transpired during our conversation that his Hendrix albums were his most treasured possessions and he would never part with them.
Now perhaps this is more a reflection on me and is a salient lesson in how books should not be judged by their covers. But both incidences served as a reminder that this project is a real game changer for Handel House. Hendrix and his music really does cross and even break down barriers and if we are able to use them both as access points to not only Handel but also to history, art and culture from two different centuries that has to be a beautiful thing.