Occasional pages from the diary of Shag, Coach of the New Zealand Sumfony Orchestra, that have mysteriously found their way to Ned’s inbox.
Cripes. That Argentine national anthem can go on a bit, can’t it? I’m all for a bit of ”Hear the noise of broken chains , See the noble Equality enthroned” myself, but crikey, somebody blow the whistle and let’s crack into it.
One of the local lasses got a bit carried away with herself in the second movement and clambered across the stage in her starkers suit. Can’t blame her really: some of the blind baton twiddler’s motions had me wanting to rip off my clothes and run around screaming too. Give the bloke a mogadon and tell him to have a lie down for about twenty years.
Now we’ve got to get to grips with Nkosi Sikelel’ iAfrika toot sweet for this weekend’s Wellington gig. I’ve told the boys that it can be a bit tricky if it gets away on you, so the first order will be to rip into it. Don’t worry about the finesse just give it heaps straight up the middle.
Chris Christopher took time off from his Rongotai Idol auditions to give me the benefit of the bleeding obvious about letting Richie and Sam play a duet on Saturday. Tempted to ask him why, if he’s so bloody clever, the Wellington Sumfony’s such a bloody shambles at the moment. Thought better of it and consoled myself with a carton of Maketu Chilli Beef & Cheese washed down with a crate of the amber ambrosia.
Yours in burps