What can I say? I love how old-fashioned and naïve it is… Around Christmas I wax sentimental this way.
Once upon a time, we had two musicians – a cello and a violin – to provide incidental music from a play.
They were both young and quite good, and while called in rather at the last minute, they brought a couple of longer pieces for the beginning and end, and a handful of “musical accents” for the key moments of the play.
And I say “play”, but in truth it was to be a one-off kind of glorified staged reading, with a tight deadline and an alarmingly short time to rehearse – so the musicians arrived right in the middle of chaos. Still, we somehow managed something like a coherent rehearsal for them, to see how the music worked… Continue reading