Sunday 4 February 2007

In amongst catching up with email and other stuff, today's preparation for tomorrow's recital consists of figuring out roughly what I might talk about onstage, and playing all the music through slowly. This latter has two effects: it shows up all the little technical problems that you've been ignoring in the excitement of making it sound like music, and it also makes you realise that you're probably playing everything too fast anyway. 

I got our new-look CD shop online last night. But I've been listening to Secrets from the Clockhouse by Future Pilot AKA, in the shops tomorrow. Our contribution to the album is as nothing compared to that of Alasdair Gray or Karine Polwart, or Stuart and Sarah from Belle and Sebastian, or, well lots of people actually, it's that kind of record. An opportunity to hear some of things that go on in Sushil's head: as Alasdair Gray says 'very nice'. 

the harpsichord's pointy end and my study ceiling
 That baseboard's a bit of a mess, isn't it? (sorry Bob)