Come And Try The Lute Workshop given by Toby Carr in Brighton Early Music Festival’s preopening night run-up at The Rose Hill Arts Centre, Sunday October 22
At 6ft 2in tall, Toby Carr, dwarfs his upright theorbo by only a fraction of an inch. It cost him £6,000, specially made, and although this giraffe-necked lute from Renaissance Italy slenderly grazes in its own aircraft seat, it fitted into his hatchback for his morning drive to Brighton from Stockport. The theorbo indeed now takes Carr around the world but, on the morning after a humbling Manchester United defeat at Huddersfield, his journey south from the northern metropolis for a 2.30pm start may have felt like an exercise in exorcism. Also in his car was a bursting mega backpack of music and stuff, a music stand, plus a heap of instrument cases protecting one Baroque guitar and five Renaissance lutes, one his own and the other four borrowed from Britain’s Lute Society. No sober black tie and evening wear for a professional appearance with an opera company, early music ensemble or a touring choir and orchestra with, say, Sir John Eliot Gardiner. Not even smart casual to give the Junior Lute Class he gives at Dartington Summer School in Devon. This was ablind date with some inquisitorial down-to-earth city guitarists bent on discovery, who arrived to find on Rose Hill Terrace a deceased pub with a possessing period exterior but a spartanly unprepossessing inside, furnished with old chairs, benches, stools, a modest upright piano and a minimal yellow drum-kit on a small stage. So it was sweater, chinos, Carr’s own 29-year-old smiles, and an admission that this event was as rare an occurrence as a genuine lute in an average junk shop. So he was very capably busking it. And he had hardly started, and the participants (including me) introduced themselves to the young master, than up stepped a dark, tousle-haired lady proffering a musical instrument as at an antique roadshow. It was larger than Carr’s own lute, seductively decorated featuring a pair of Middle Eastern desert scorpions, sandy coloured, slackly strung and untuned. ‘What kind of lute is this’? The answer came half from the owner (‘It’s Israeli’) and from Lou, a member of the floor (‘It’s an aoud’). A lute cousin making an evocative and on-cue workshop contribution. Toby Carr went to Trinity College to study classical guitar. His tutor, sensing a fertile-filled waiting flowerpot, gave him a lute to try. The rest will be the history of surprise musical career. Carr was thus kindred with his audience – he in his tutor’s role, we as potentially Carr.