Today, the world stands in a perfect, quite civilised balance — day and night, light and shadow. It’s a moment of profound renewal, and what better way to greet the waking earth than with a proper bit of music and energy? 🌸🎻 This snippet comes from a performance recorded at the lovely Benslow Music, and it feels like a rather fitting celebration of the shift in seasons. We're playing a Hora from Oltenia, a Romanian dance that practically breathes the energy of Spring. With

Did you know that today is both World Storytelling Day and International Day of Happiness? It feels rather appropriate, doesn't it? After all, nothing brings quite as much joy as a well-told tale and a bit of a fiddle! 📖💖 To celebrate, I’m sharing a few snippets from our immersive storytelling show: "The Cat Who Plays the Violin" 🐱🎻 In this performance, we weave together folklore, live music, and a touch of theatrical magic to transport audiences (young and old!) into a w

Take a little trip down memory lane with me to a time when East London was buzzing, the sun was (mostly) out, and the air was thick with the scent of street food and raw Balkan rhythms 🎻🏙️ This was recorded outdoors in Gillett Square during the Vortex Festival in 2014, over a decade ago 🤯 The Vortex Jazz Club has always been a proper cornerstone of the scene, but there’s something quite special about taking the music out of the club and onto the pavement for a bit of a pub

Continuing our journey through the London Gypsy Orchestra (LGO) archive, today’s find is a real spark of energy! This is an excerpt of Mesk Havasi — a title that translates beautifully to a "Tavern Tune" or "Coffee House Melody." It’s the kind of music that belongs in a room filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and camaraderie. Looking back at this performance, I’m reminded of the incredible, raw energy we shared on stage that night. It’s fast, it’s fun, and it carries tha

Happy International Women’s Day!

Yesterday was Old Stuff Day, a rather brilliant excuse to rummage through the attics of our memories and celebrate the things that have stood the test of time. While others were dusting off antique teapots, I found myself wandering through my repertoire! To mark the occasion, I’m sharing one of the oldest treasures I play, La Rosa Enflorece. This hauntingly beautiful Sephardic song has been bobbing along through history for centuries, carrying the echoes of a world long past.

While I’ve spoken about my "Lion Head" Panna Czinka, there was another soul on board when Ludwig VAN Beethoven was taken: my beautiful Perry and Wilkinson violin. I found this instrument during the lockdown in Ireland, tucked away near Dublin, and I fell for its voice almost as deeply as I did my Klotz. It has a character all its own! 🇮🇪🍀🔥 To have it back in my arms feels like the missing piece of a puzzle. This excerpt of Zigano, recorded during my violin trial performan

I’m sitting here on my self-carved seat, with the self-crafted holster made from leftover latex covered in beautiful sand-golden velvet, for about an hour now, staring around me. What is going on? Everything is almost normal — just with the difference that I have a week of going through hell behind me. My beautiful Ludwig VAN Beethoven had been gone for one week and one day, almost precisely. It had been stolen. Or had it? Or had aliens taken it and dropped it back to Earth

This piece feels like a true celebration of love and the unbreakable bond between a musician and her instrument. Sometimes, what is lost finds its way back to you in the most serendipitous and surprising ways ✨🙌🏻🥰