It’s exactly what it looks like. I’m playing my blue electric cello in a white washed gallery in central London, surrounded by people drinking cocktails whilst sitting on freshly laid grass, under a wooden tree with cardboard apples dangling off it.
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You know a place is good when it has a modulation in its themesong.
Is it too much to ask for a few more hours in the day? I mean, after you take out breakfast, morning walk to coffee, the gym, lunch, coffee, dinner and a walk home, it’s pretty much gone, leaving little time for the ever-so-slightly more important tasks at hand, like commission deadlines and practicing my golf swing the cello. I’m currently polishing the music for Courvoisier’s Napoleonic Punch Machine, which is debuting at The Secret Garden Party in late July. It’s a lot of fun, but a slightly odd brief – I’m keeping quiet, so if you want to hear … Continued