January 2, 2011 § Leave a comment
One of my favourite December evenings was spent at the Grade II listed Union Chapel. Peter Broderick humbled us with an ever spine tingling, echoed performance laid bare in the flickering shadows of a cave in the deep earths of some nordic land. That is what the Union Chapel and Peter Broderick do to me.
Aside from James Cubbitt’s unparalleled Victorian Gothic setting, excellent acoustics and programming schedule, the Chapel has a hidden, dimlit, lowfi drinkery of the kind you might find in a German Schloss. Cracked wooden-floored, black-beamed and warmed by an inviting hearth, it is a space made for odes to performing musicians over spiced mulled wine and seems to exist for those who should have lived in another time.
The cafe also serves great home cooked food and by supporting it, you are indirectly helping them fund the chapel restoration which although supported by lottery funding and the like, is conditional on the community raising a considerable sum itself.
Highbury and Islington only becomes a reality when you stumble out at midnight to catch the last train home.
As for Peter Broderick … he is remarkable and I wouldn’t dare to assume that I could find words to describe him! Listen and you will see: