Friday, 20 July 2007

Great Moments in Musical History: FootInMouth-a-Blog

It is the 1970s. In the interval of a concert in Bristol, somewhere around St Michael's Hill, I meet a friend, then a flautist and conductor, nowadays a New-York-based arts management/consultancy person of truly terrifying eminence. An orchestra has just struggled through some Copland.

"Hello," he says, "did you hear that? Weren't the trumpets bl**dy awful? I wish you were playing!"

An age passes.

"Richard," I reply, "I am."

2 comments:

Becca said...

I'm rereading chunks of your blog and this made oi larf lots.

Strawberryyog said...

Good, good, delighted to be of service! :)