Just about to leave for a rehearsal at our studio in Norwich, we wrote alot of Dindirin at the factory, you'd wouldn't think it inspiring to look at, an old 70's office block, but for some reason one small room was painted yellow, and so we put some twinkly lights and a kettle in there and a couple of chairs and a rug and it was perfect. The big room we're in now is great for running groups like Norwich Fiddle School. But big isn't necessarily better, I like the old room.....
Yesterday we played around a lot of pieces, I think there are the makings of a piece but sometimes you can spend ages, weeks on an idea but it never quite makes it. It has to feel right and sound right, you can't go for beauty over content it has to be something you can imagine growing into and something you want to play indefinitely. We also may have discovered why Adrian likes to start after the first beat....
The cat has resumed normal service, a poke in the face with a furry clawry paw and determination to get her breakfast delivered into her bowl mean she is happily munching away right now.
Merula, that name of a composer whose piece we have just used is also the name of the male blackbird. That's what I discovered yesterday. The unassuming songstrel. Turdus Merula - That somehow isn't quite as beautiful!
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