Zephyr is one of thse words I'd love to use in a poem, but I don't have the nerve. I'm getting it in sideways though.
Ronald Binge is probably not the first name you'd shout out if you were asked to name a composer but the Derby-born Binge did compose one of the most familiar tunes ever in these parts, 'The Elizabethan Serenade'.
Reduced to poverty with the death of his father as a result of injuries in WW1, he never received formal musical training, but a local church choirmaster, seeing his potetial, taught him to play piano and organ. In the late 1930s he found himself employed as composer and arranger for the Mantovani Orchestra. If, like me, you remember their music, you'll know the wonderful lush cascading strings that were Mantovani's signature; I still love to hear that music.
But the zephyr; the zephyr is to be heard in 'Sailing By', familiar to many from the BBC's Shipping forecast; Binge's beautiful evocation of sailing on a fresh breeze, more than a zephyr I'd say, but there, I got to use the word........4 times now
Anyway, close your eyes, play this bit of music and be transported to the south seas. A sailing boat a little way out on the water but with the palm trees still in plain view. The sun on your skin, time of no importance whatsoever and dreaming.
Did anyone ever compose a tune that could transprt you so successfully to another world. Here's the link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFdas-kMF74
