Walking back from my run, I end up following a musician, at least I assumed so… He came out of Victoria Hall with a small bag and a much bigger one, which shape had not link with any instrument I could think of, so I asked. A bass clarinet was the answer, and the answer was cool enough for the conversation to keep going, from Bach to Schoenberg, from competition to the pleasure of playing until my door. Damn, barely know him and already he walked me home –which he had no choice to go to his car- the conversation going on a bit longer on the doorstep, still none of us asked for any opportunity to meet again. Of course, silly of me… we’re not yet friends on Facebook…
A Fish on a Hill 