Henrietta Bredin

Edmund Tracey RIP

Memorial services. Difficult to get right but potentially celebratory, contemplative, comforting and spiritually sustaining. Earlier today, St Paul’s Covent Garden saw a gathering that was all of those things, in memory of Edmund Tracey, a wise, witty and gloriously cultivated man, Literary Manager for many years at Sadler’s Wells, then at English National Opera. He worked in happier times for that beleaguered company and a splendid assembly of singers, conductors, directors and numerous others came together to celebrate him. I can think of fewer more thrilling experiences than adding one’s own piping tones in ‘Immortal invisible’ to the soaring notes of Dames Josephine Barstow and Anne Evans, backed up by Graham Clark’s Wagnerian tenor, with Martin Neary at the organ. Wonderful.

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