Tuesday 18 August 2009

Why does it always pour with rain whenever Andrew and I are moving my harpsichord round to the church for rehearsals? 

Last-minute preparations of various kinds have been going on here, digging through Burns's letters and other books for some relevant readings, ironing, compiling some notation, and even doing some practice. I dropped in on John Butt this afternoon, who's got some Edinburgh Festival concerts of his own coming up (and a big recording), and we agreed that one inevitable feature of preparing performances or recordings is that things go wrong. So I'm about to embark on eight days solid of things going wrong. Best to accept this now I think.