A wonderful actor, and to judge by the one occasion on which I worked with him, a delightful, civilised human being. (A highly intelligent musical mind, too. Not many know of his working, in his early years, for the classical department of EMI; Google his Desert Island Discs…a lovely edition of this programme). The project I refer to above took place when he came to Watford Town Hall (sorry, Colosseum!) to record the spoken superscriptions for the Onyx recording by Andrew Manze of Vaughan Williams Sinfonia antartica which I’d produced in Liverpoool some months earlier. Now, in Watford, it was the lunchbreak in the Hyperion sessions I was producing with Martyn Brabbins for A London Symphony (how characteristically collegial that Martyn and Hyperion’s Simon Perry had agreed that we could do this in downtime for a rival label and Vaughan Williams symphony cycle). Tim had uncomplainingly walked in the rain from Watford Junction (‘I love trains’), took off his soaking raincoat, stood in the empty hall and delivered the lines from Shelley, Scott’s diary et al with magisterial understanding and humanity. It all took less than half an hour. He then stayed with us, an absorbed and knowledgeable eavesdropper in our control room, for a couple of takes of RVW’s third-movement evocation of London by night, then he was gone, out in to the rain again.
A wonderful actor, and to judge by the one occasion on which I worked with him, a delightful, civilised human being. (A highly intelligent musical mind, too. Not many know of his working, in his early years, for the classical department of EMI; Google his Desert Island Discs…a lovely edition of this programme). The project I refer to above took place when he came to Watford Town Hall (sorry, Colosseum!) to record the spoken superscriptions for the Onyx recording by Andrew Manze of Vaughan Williams Sinfonia antartica which I’d produced in Liverpoool some months earlier. Now, in Watford, it was the lunchbreak in the Hyperion sessions I was producing with Martyn Brabbins for A London Symphony (how characteristically collegial that Martyn and Hyperion’s Simon Perry had agreed that we could do this in downtime for a rival label and Vaughan Williams symphony cycle). Tim had uncomplainingly walked in the rain from Watford Junction (‘I love trains’), took off his soaking raincoat, stood in the empty hall and delivered the lines from Shelley, Scott’s diary et al with magisterial understanding and humanity. It all took less than half an hour. He then stayed with us, an absorbed and knowledgeable eavesdropper in our control room, for a couple of takes of RVW’s third-movement evocation of London by night, then he was gone, out in to the rain again.
Thanks Andrew for mentioning TW’s DID entry. Here it is:
https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/p009mwj9
Col