Up later than usual having had friends to tea, that exceptional type of old friend that doesn’t care if you haven’t begun cooking when they arrive, and that just muck in. Which is just as well, as I was still editing short scores for the recording this afternoon at 6pm. OK, well, it probably wouldn’t have been such a rush if I hadn’t taken advantage of an otherwise empty house to do some harpsichord practice at around 5pm – having sent the Beloved down to the supermarket for the second time to pick up essential items. In my experience, you have to grab your chances when they occur.
A quick heads up, then, for Sibelius 5, which is making the chore of producing short scores a whole lot easier than it used to be. Still unpleasant and time-consuming, but the end product is so much better that is doesn’t seem such a futile exercise.
I am now facing a dilemma, or could soon be, given the state of my throat this evening. Do I even care if a weekend spent daytripping on the Isle of Wight, and then depping all three services at Chichester Cathedral is going to wreck my voice for the recording? Does it even matter, as all I will be doing is growling on Alto 2 parts? Probably. But frankly the prospect of grubbing about for dinosaur bits on the beach at Compton Point is so attractive that I might just risk it.