No time. Rushed. Narked. Train home after a cheeky glass celebrating a colleague’s new job.
Ended up listening to Spohr’s Nonet after taking a trip down memory lane listening to Mendelssohn’s Octet. Should have stuck with the Mendelssohn and blogged about that instead. The Spohr is a little twee. Terribly sweet but lacking any great tension and, as a result, little idea we’ve resolved anything either. A pretty distraction when what I wanted is some drama.