Bit of a relief to get the whole Elgar Pomp and Circumstance triad out of the way without dropping the baton. The orchestration was a bit scratchy at first, but she all came together nicely on the third night.
Not that I’m counting, but that’s 17 sold out concerts in a row, which Lord Ted never did. Not that I’m counting, mind.
Chris Christopher caught me on the blower with a mouthful of celebratory Maketu Beef and Bacon while I was in the sheds afterwards. Before I could swallow he was waxing lyrical about how to play the 18th, bringing Dan back at first violin and what about Israel on the cymbals and on and on. I let him go while I sucked down a gallon of Gutterade, and considered referring him to the reply given in the case of Arkell v. Pressdram, but decided not to spoil the mood.
Yours in glory
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