A nice Kinderszenen no doubt, like what that Martha Argerich tosses off

Two concerts I was involved in lately came close to being detailed. Common denominator: soloist inexplicably skipping a bar.

I can genuinely think of no higher compliment than being thought of as a reliable orchestral musician. Lots of talent, little drama.

All it takes is a few friends-and-relations dotted through the stalls. They give themselves away if they "Woo!" when the conductor points to their pal to acknowledge their 8-bar cor anglais solo. Not everyone can handle a Conrad g and t.