Anytime I need a laugh I remember the time I tried to persuade a duo partner that we should play Being Alive as an encore, he said it was a stupid idea, we argued for a bit before discovering he had confused Being Alive by Stephen Sondheim with Staying Alive by the Bee Gees
Last night a small boy in the front row decided he wanted to share his sweets with “the music people” and passed some down to us in the pit. We love all our audience members but we’d be lying if we said we didn’t have favourites… 😄
I don’t know who needs to read this but you do not need to buy pit clothes, you need to dig out all of your comfy trousers and t shirts that are looking a bit crappy and faded and put them in the washing machine with a black dye pod
Astonished to find that multiple people want to know further details of my revolting snack choices, so for those who are asking: yes of course pickled onion, I’m not a complete animal
Me: Why is everyone staring at me? 😨
Also me: Sitting on the overground wearing a big poofy concert dress, carrying a cello and eating a share size bag of Monster Munch
Here’s something I get a lot after concerts:
“You look SO MUCH like my cousin/sister-in-law/neighbour’s ex. Doesn’t she look just like her? You do, you look so much like her! Hang on… I’ve got a photo somewhere… really you must see this, she looks just like you!”
The pic:
Been through both @HeathrowAirport and @LGAairport in the last week and security at both airports treated my cello like it was a newborn baby. Very demure, very mindful 😭🙏
This morning’s barista: “I’ve heard the cello is really difficult to learn…”
Me: “I don’t know really, I don’t play anything else”
Barista: “How long did it take you to learn?”
Me: “I’m still learning!”
Barista: “How long have you been learning?”
Me: “….28 years…”
When you get on the tube with a cello everybody openly stares at you as if you’ve grown an extra head, but the strict No Talking On The Tube rule is still observed… so it’s an entire carriage full of people just silently staring at you 😳