By great good luck, Bob and I got into the Musee Petiet last night. We believed ourselves to be invited and so we were, unbeknownst to the Museum. They gallantly found us a couple of chairs and shoved us at the back, so we heard Mark playing Debussy and Delius and his own work - with Vincent Proust on cello.
Most of us locals know Mark Lockett and are prepared to go miles to see him because hes phenomenal, a musician and composer of seemingly impossible breadth and depth. He didn't disappoint:) The programme was built around the time of the beginning of the first world war; those great musicians who really changed the shape of music. Couldn't help comparing them to the visual artists who were their contemporaries - seems to me that all we see and hear springs from that epoch.
Didn't know anyone there -!- but was introduced to a tenor who is performing soon. He spent the 2 hours perched on a radiator. Naturally I offered my chair (we have to protect our musicians) but he replied that he had suffered so much for his art that this was nothing.
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