5.3 Acknowledgements


My collaborator Jonathan Barakat, for his brilliance, tremendous generosity with his technical and emotional support, and for being the love of my life. He has never stopped surprising me, and I have a sneaking suspicion he never will.


My supervisor Kate Clark for her infinite wisdom, wit, musical genius, and lyrical translations of my somewhat phrenetic prose. Dr. Kathryn Cok for fostering the best Master Circle, and her perfect alchemy of faith, pragmatism and preparation. Bart van Oort for asking the questions that kept me up at night, and the battle of arpa doppia verses Empfindsamkeit. Ton Koopman, who is glorious history made manifest. Dr. Alistair Noble’s discerning eye for infinite possibility and Monteverdi. Florencia Gomez, sister of arms, commander of stars, mistress of all affetti.


Andrew Lawrence King and Katerina Antonenko for an extraordinary and unexpected life with extraordinary and unexpected music. Rainer Thurau for the world’s best arpa doppia and not making furniture. Mara Galassi and Chiara Granata for kindness to strangers. Maria Cleary for looking them dead in the eye. Alice Giles who gave me all my purpose and showed me the strings. Tegan Peemoeller, my mentor and favourite audient.


Dr. Margaret Schindler for showing me the way. Pauline Spencer and David Yarrow for coming to the rescue. Sonia Robla, Edwin, Nicolas and Carolina Koopman, who taught me so much and have many beautiful lives yet to live. Shanita Rineshma Koendan for sweetly putting up with the noise.


My colleagues and dear friends of Le Voci delle Grazie: the Bethany Shepherd with whom I developed my first timbral realisations, for her infinite patience, artistry and adventure. Laura Lopes, reincarnation of Laura Peverara, who most certainly inspired Monteverdi. Ilze Grēvele, whose La messaggera was a word painting revelation. Mariana Pimenta, her divine voice summoning divine eyes. Garance Boizot, perfect human and best choice for time travelling companion. Talitha Cumi Witmer, whose titanic bass and wise, gentle heart has shielded many of my questionable experiments. Mariano Boglioli, for rocket science and making giraffes.


Sarah Ridy’s omniscient hands. I have very much enjoyed living in the shelter of her illustrious shadow (The shadow?) She is living proof that, depressingly,  no one exaggerated about the Neapolitan school.


Luke Alexander, who knows what he did.