Happy Easter folks! Always felt like this piece was a bit festive. And proof that even a violinists have a shot at redemption. Yes that’s a viola. No it’s not mine.
Snippet of a performance available on
@kingaujszaszi@bojan.cicic.14@icklebass81@satosatokokoko
‘murica Part 2: Virginia, and a fitting end to a brilliant tour.
1. The awesome IBO gang after a raucous final gig in a university hall bigger than most halls in the UK.
2. Hugh-hundred dollars of margaritas, plus tax, plus tip. Plus trying to show my nails.
3. Trying to out-camp Conor
4. Blacksburg after a 19-degree temperature drop in 16 hours. I love weather.
5&6. Holding a bow from memory and a mini-lecture-ey thing at Virginia Tech with students.
7. Helping an old man get his shoes on because they’re tight, the poor love
‘murica Part 1 with IBO and miscreant friends
1. That view when coming in to JFK
2. Horn players’ initiation course for strings
3. Horn players’ initiation aftermath
4. Lady and dog
5. Columbus circle
6. Gym that was like an arcade
7. City that was like an arcade
8. One of many diners, and my favourite: Utopia
9. Frozen New Brunswick on the way over
Excerpts of the last two months.
1. Dragged the professional complainers up a hill
2. Snowdonia living up to its (English) name
3. Taught Jem to drive my car (not in to the sea, dw..)
4. Jem did a show and was awesome
5. Rob being ‘extra’, and he slept in that hat for a week
6. 2ndViolinCam with @sophiaprodanova and @arcangelomusic , bangers from Saul.
7. Me and Naomi learning Balkan intonation and fiddlin with @alkanna.graeca (NB I do own different t-shirts)
and there’s been a ton of Haydn too this year, but the only video evidence I have of those projects is me fitting 6 Jaffa cakes in my mouth in one go. Can’t really explain that.
Hey friends. It’s (probably) over. I wanted to let everyone know that the surgery you all generously crowdfunded happened today. It’s such a relief and it felt like a strangely significant moment when the surgeon said “right, I’ve just removed the drain from you”, and then “that’s it, I’ve closed it all up”. Something that’s been sticking out of my body for the last half a year, and it’s gone. Here’s a ‘before’ photo only because the ‘after’ look is really not a good one. I look like a green-tinged ghost. The surgeon was really happy with the results, but I’m not gonna lie, being awake whilst they rummaged inside me for 2 hours was not the greatest experience, but it’s better than hanging around for another 2 years in the same situation. Check-up in 6 weeks to really be sure of the result. I am going to be hanging out at a friend’s place in SE London until I’m up for the journey home. If anyone’s nearby and feels like watching a shite film, drop me a message and I’ll tell you where I am. Thanks from the bottom of my heart and the heart of my bottom for all your support. Love to you all.
I tried to take nice sentimental photos of the kids but they kept acting like absolute pillocks. Guess you can’t escape genetics. Really lovely illuminations though at Welford Park. 10/10 recommend.
