On Sunday as London was once again indulging in the glorious spring sunshine, i was witnessing a very special concert. The last surviving and oldest grand music hall in the world – Wiltons – opened it’s doors for Schubert – from start to finish.
I know what you’re thinking. Classical music? Me? Well firstly, i’d like to point out that although i have an impressive share of festivals under my belt, it doesn’t mean i can’t appreciate this incredibly clever and talented composer’s work. And secondly, after a sneaky glimpse of the venue i was itching to see what all the fuss was about.
And the venue – oh the venue! Hidden away in the depths of the city, this gem of a hall is bursting with character. From 1859 – close on 30 years – Wilton’s was alive with the magic of entertainment. It’s noticably seen better days (a piece of the ceiling even fell down when the conductor was taking us through Schubert’s story) but this all adds to it’s loveable charm.
Luckily (for me), we were treated to a brief synopsis of Schubert’s life – especially around the time he’d written and composed the pieces of music in question. Now, i’m not an expert when it comes to classic music, but this man could definately move people. During the hour and a half concert i went through a wealth of emotions. If ever there was a piece of music needed to accompany me running through poppy fields – this would be it. 
So next time you find yourself in near Aldgate with a few hours to spare pop along for a coffee at Wilton’s. You’ll love it.
