Paola Hopp
We are notes
Of differing tempos
On the staff if life
Some of us
Are conductors
Who lead others
In harmonies
Leading to grand finales!

We are notes
Of differing tempos
On the staff if life
Some of us
Are conductors
Who lead others
In harmonies
Leading to grand finales!
I had the privilege of study together with Chris at the RCM in London since 2017\. His pure joy of life, music and people gave an extra important dimension to the social and professional life in college. I would like to share with you this movement of E. Elgar’s Cello Concerto that Chris and I…
I only knew him for a brief few weeks as he culminated his time at Dartmouth College in NH. I was lucky enough to be part of his Mozart Requiem project, through which his charisma, talent, passion for music and conducting, and unflinching ambition shone brightly. He had the voice of an angel! When we…
Dear Molly and Quentin, Der Tote ist nicht tot. Er lebt in uns fort auf geheimnisvolle Weise. Er fügt gleichsam seine besten, nun von der Last des Leidens erlösten Kräfte den unseren hinzu. So beginnt er, uns selbst zu verwandeln und läutert in unserem Herzen sein zweites, höheres Wesen. Wo echte Liebe lebte, sterben die…
Christopher guest conducted the Surrey Mozart Players on 7 December 2019 for a performance of Brahms Variations on a Theme by Haydn, Rodrigo Concierto de Aranjuez with Giacomo Susani as soloist and Schubert Symphony no. 3 at the Electric Theatre in Guildford. Christopher delighted us with his infectious enthusiasm, charisma, warmth and humour, and conscientious and…
Christopher, you are in my thoughts constantly and in my prayers constantly. I am asking Mother Mary to be with you and take care of you, firm in the belief that she is doing just that. I am also keeping your mother and father and sister and brother in my thoughts and in my prayers….
Dear Quentin, Molly, Lydia, Purple, Samuel, Sindre, and Kin, All I can do is to create this embrace, this vessel, of peace and love where sorrow can reside while you merge into this loss and these crushing adjustments. Grief and love are strange bedfellows, but I hope that the colossal force of the second in…