Well done dawter
Wettest April since records began eh?
My little car braved the wind and the rain as I scuttled back and forth between London and home. This week has been nuts....
The Dawter played her first acoustic gig at The Phoenix on Sunday.
People kept asking me whether I was proud - not proud just relieved that she got up there and sung in tune.
I am now so tired from last weeks events that I have rescheduled myself.
Dovetailing meetings in between sleeping.
I had the piano tuned today. If I want new hammers it'll cost £1,200 if I want new strings it'll be a remortgage job. The Chinese are making cheap pianos that don't wear out. My Mr. Hoffman is old and battered but I wouldn't swap him for the world.
I fancied I may start working on Rachmaninov's piano concerto and then I thought of Geoffrey Rush and mental breakdowns and decided to stick to Fanny Waterman - look her up..
It's time to settle down now and watch the SOUTH BANK AWARDS to remind myself what like used to be like in the middle lane, I've had enough of the fast lane.
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My old piano teacher died last weekend. She was 95. I didn't care how old she was, she was supposed to live forever. She taught me so much more than music. So much. All the magic, all the listening to lifes inner melodies and counterpoints, the soaring joy that music and music alone can provide, the grace notes of living in these times, all taught by one staggering lady. We lose too much.
If you want to play the Rach, play it. Which one?
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