The best post really do write themselves.
Out of the blue someone, an anonymous reader, cruelly [not really], sent me this. It includes the last piece of music I ever performed in public.
Frankly, I had a clearer, brighter sound from my Haynes. I had an edge that was not quite others in my day. Rampal, with whom I once did a master class, remarked: like a “needle”.
I was, originally, going to be a professional musician.
My career as a pro musician was slowed by an accident. I obtained, one fine autumn day, some 20 stitches in my lower lip. That slowed me down. I got interested in other things… such as the Catholic Church.
Anyway, I played this piece in the chapel of the St. Paul Seminary once upon a time, after I had been thrown out. I was “deselected” but, the bastards, they still wanted me to play.
I put the flute away, after that last sounding in the seminary chapel. I have never blown a serious note since.