An intriguing weekend, an intriguing few days in fact, with travel plans disrupted by the snow and the unedifying sight of yours truly having to dig his trusty Astra out of the Somerset drifts.  Still, this was the sight that greeted me when I finally got back home on Friday night, so it was definitely worth the effort.

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I managed to continue work on High Flight despite the disruption, and the piece is now in the final stages of honing, reminding me that I really do enjoy having the time to refine and polish a piece until it shines.  I need to stop tweaking at some point, but that point will probably come within the next day or so, certainly by the end of the week.

On Saturday night RetroChic performed at The Fleece in Bristol, and the difference between my experience this time and during my previous visits with JEBO was stark.  Be part of a band that spends two years putting blood, sweat and tears into the best album it can possibly produce and you’ll get a midweek slot and maybe fifty punters, but fire out some Nile Rodgers classics and it’s hello Saturday night and a full house.

Barely three hours after we came offstage in Bristol I pulled into the driveway of the London burrow, for on Sunday morning I was in Hampstead, playing the organ for a performance of my Missa Seria, a suitably austere and Lenten piece, sensitively performed by the choir there.  From there I skidaddled to Sussex Gardens to direct the music for Evensong, and then it was back to the burrow once again.

I am intrigued by the way that rockers find my Classical life interesting and vice versa, and that each group is sometimes surprised that I partake enthusiastically in different musical fields.  When I was at Oxford it was all about finding your speciality, but I was always dead set against that.  Why not instead be a musician who embraces as many experiences as possible and strives to learn from them all?

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