Sunday 22 May 2005

I forgot a few things from last week ... Marc Marnie's excellent exhibition of digital prints was showing at The Village in Leith as we played on Tuesday (and it still is). And they're not expensive.

The Geminiani final edit is now ready, much better for having had one harpsichord piece excised: there are plenty left. Alison is going to let me have veto over the booklet photos from last weekend - so she says anyway.

My paper about 18th century Scottish basslines finally made it into print (beside a piece by John Butt about Bach's figuring, no less) in 'Notis Musycall' - available from Musica Scotica. If you buy one from the first print run, you can get a copy with my name spelt wrong. Although to be honest, if you can work out how to buy a copy, you're doing better than I am.

Anyone who's had the misfortune to play in a group with me will know that about 45 minutes after coming off stage, when pretty much everyone else is still hanging around being sociable and having a good time, I'm sitting in a corner somewhere moaning 'can we go now?' and complaining that a group of musicians can achieve land speeds below measurable limits when it's time to leave a building. So it was very amusing some time after my daughter's stage debut as 'The Little Mermaid' last night, to find her sitting alone in the back of the car while various family members were still saying goodbye to one another, intoning softly 'Can we go home? What's taking so long?'. Welcome to the genetic adrenaline slump.