This is probably the last thing any harpist wants to see upon arrival at a gig:
Was there a lift? Of course not! So I do my usual thing of asking to get a small team together to carry the harp up the stairs. The man who seemed to be in charge walked straight up to my harp and grabbed it before asking ‘is it heavy?’ Cue one huge heart attack. The man was busy telling me exactly what the best way to lift it would be until I managed to get a word in edgeways and remind him that I move my harp on a daily basis and maybe, just maybe, have a little more experience in that area than he does.
Long story short, the harp got up the stairs, my way. I win, harp is fine.
I’m amazed that, when I called the hotel earlier to ask about parking near the door, I asked ‘are there any stairs?’ and got the answer ‘no, just a couple to get in the door then you should be fine.’
Slightly misleading don’t you think? See above picture.
Anyway, the gig was background music for a dinner. I was playing with a lovely flautist Jenny Dyson – in her first year of a Masters course at RNCM. We did a mix of Welsh folk songs (all of which are still dancing happily away in my brain and will continue to do so for some time I’m sure) and popular serenades (Mozart, Beethoven, Bizet etc.)
It was so nice to have some company in the car to and from the gig, especially the journey there – battling rush hour traffic on the M62 is never fun, so at least there was company, good conversation and an assortment of confectionery items.
This week is crazily busy, this post will have to be cut short as I’m about to rush off to London to play a gig tonight at the Royal Courts of Justice with the lovely Esther Swift.