After a week off, I’m back off to the music-mine, to do a rehearsal for a concert tomorrow. We’re doing Elgar, Parry and Vaughan Williams, so it’s unlikely there are going to be any reasons to break into a sweat. Five Mystical Songs in particular fills my heart with dread. Playing in a cathedral is almost like playing in the shower anyway, once the first burst of music is washing around the place, there’s no way to make any sort of subtlety noticed.
That said, we did a really good performance of Samuel Barber’s Knoxville: Summer of 1915 there last year, so hope springs eternal.
