Sad news that one of my favourite composers Sir John Tavener died this week. Among other things, he loved cats and wrote pieces in memory of his pet mogs.
I once walked into a BBC Studio (B14 in BH, if I remember rightly) and there he was – John Tavener – in the corner, all alone in the gloom and looking suitably mysterious. I was so in awe of him, I didn’t say anything. Probably just as well, as I’d have probably have said something deeply stupid.
I’ll still use the Tavener Test, as I call it, despite the fact he’s no longer with us. It’s easy. All you do is mention him, and people either say –
Who’s that? OR
Isn’t he the one that wrote the Diana funeral tune? OR
‘Which one?’ is my favourite answer.