Wednesday 22nd November 2011
Monday night to Kentish Town. Miss Lamore Cellina, formerly la dame au cello, as seen on TV, to launch unexpectedly into revue at the age of 34.
What that woman hasn’t given to the ‘cello! It she lives by, for and with.
By tradition her programme includes a goodly range of works by Eastern European composers who committed suicide in the 60s and require the instrument played with the back of the bow.
But now – a show! A One Woman Show!
What would it be?
Let me tell you, it was suffused, wreathed, perfumed with ‘cello. And was un gloire absolut, completely new, you’ll never have seen anything like it, an astonishing tour de force of different radical footwear and metamorphosis only partly through costume change. One minute, Miss Cellini was a pathologically polite concert goer, the next, a floral, elderly ‘cello lady from the 3rd desk of the Woking Philharmonic, giving a highly variable and intermittent Dying Swan. She also sang, blew into bottles to suggest a recorder (this was her early musical life, just the single, stolid notes with random gaps in between), and, in the form of Madame Sosostris, got through to the beyond, where she received two notes from Pierre Boulez before a catastrophic intervention by Stockhausen; an Application for Arts Funding was rendered in the manner of Steve Reich, possibly, as different faces and voices rotating in complex series, all self-done on the spot. As I recall, ‘Applic…’ was a soaring soprano, while ‘ca’ was a grunt and ‘tion’ was an electronic hiss. There were other faces and voices for ‘educational confluence’ (something like that), ‘community’ (especially self-loving) and ‘evaluation’ (like a dalek).
But it wasn’t a sketch show. It was a piece of music. Always there was the rhythm and rigour of music underpinning, regardless of whether any actually being played.
Astonishing and brilliant and marvellous.

Miss Lamore Cellina Getting Through to the Beyond: Boulez on the Verge of Transmission

Miss Lamore Cellina Receiving After Music from Dead Boulez

Miss Lamore Cellina: Stockhausen Ousts Boulez Unexpectedly

Miss Lamore Cellina: Exceptionally Diaphanous Phase

Miss Lamore Cellina as Third Desk of Woking Phil About to Give Private Perf of the Dying Swan at an Am Dram Meeting: Such Feeling, Very Few Notes

Miss Lamore Cellina: Standing Up to Men in a Rubber Dress, 'Cello Bow to Assist
But my dearest Mr Edge how too, too heavenly of you to like my little performance! I had simply no idea that you’d reviewed my channeling session with Maître Boulez with such eloquence until this very moment, sweeping as I am through the too long neglected Bookmarks of my innermost Mactop.
And goodness me I simply must stop wearing that old rubber thing until I’ve spent at least 6 months in a vegan yoga camp. The camera never lies…
Margery has just started practising the Elgar cello concerto and is most anxious you get to hear it one day. Her upward scale is unmatchably fervent.
Bless you.
LC x
Oh no! You were perfect in the rubber dress. You don’t want to turn rexic. Can’t wait for Margery’s Elgar. It will surely soar and soar, if in some other dimension than the listener’s