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Archive for November, 2006

Your thing for Russian composers predates and actually has nothing to do with the fact that you ended up spending seven years in Russia, so every now and again you fail miserably to connect Russian composers with their country of origin. Which is why, when you were back in the USSR at a time when the world - well, [...]

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On telling people so.

When you were, oooh, let’s just choose an arbitrarily low number here, seven, you fell in love with Russian (classical) music.
 You can blame John Craven for this as it was his kids’ TV programme on the wonders of the industrial revolution which used the piece as its theme. You used to sit there transfixed while dark [...]

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Friday night was a bit unusual as some of it consisted of you sitting in a pub listening to an attractive man tell you that he thinks you have mysterious and intriguing hidden depths.
This was so disconcerting that you couldn’t think of what to do.
Except to settle in for a bit of a flirt. After all, you do [...]

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If you needed any more proof that there’s a predictive text function hardwired into our brains it’s come from trying to sing The Chichester Psalms, which happens to be in Hebrew. This is a language you have no idea about and it turns out to be astonishingly difficult to even attempt to put the words in [...]

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On being a bass player.

The conductor walks on stage and finds the 1st oboe trying to stuff a double bass player into a tuba. She breaks up the fight and asks what in tarnation is going on.
“He stamped on my reed,” sobs the oboist, pointing a shaking finger at the offender.
 ”That’s nothing!” declaims the bass player in outrage. “She untuned [...]

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