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What a strange day

Yesterday, I was bored, so I decided to play in a concert. Well, the more accurate version is that I was asked at about 4ish whether I had a recording of a particular work (Shostakovich 2nd Piano Concerto) by a muchly distressed flautist and the next thing I knew I was playing the piccolo in the concert that evening. All in all, rather strange.And it’s taken him 2 and a half years, but my director of studies has finally realised that I’m overworked.