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Thursday 6 March 2003

8am, Euston station, London. I haven't had time to write much here for a while, as I've been making rough edits of the Nenthorn material, and going through the tapes in preparation for next week's edit of the Delphian CD.

I've had a couple of memorable encounters with theorbo players recently: Matt Wadsworth of Ricordo dropped in on Thursday expecting to hang around for an hour or two before getting the plane to his next gig. Unfortunately we didn't make it to the airport on time (I'd never make it as a minicab driver) so instead we booked him and his travelling companion 'Theorbo Wadsworth' (aged 12) onto the next morning's flight and sat up late with a bottle of Ardbeg laughing a lot. 
On Sunday Los Otros were playing at Crichton, they being our friend the dancing baroque guitar hero Steve Player, with the dynamic and exotic team of Hille Perl on gamba and Lee Santana on theorbo. Lee's theorbo is held together with gaffer tape, as it's been dragged across so many opera pits that the wood is now too thin for the joints to hold. He's thinking of building it up from the inside with book-binding paper. Meanwhile Hille is the last remaining contracted classical artist on deutsche harmonia mundi, and her new album with the lads is great so do them a favour and buy one! You also get Hille's wonderfully philosophical sleeve notes as to why on earth they spend their time playing old music when there are so many other things in the world to do. Lee also breeds horses, incidentally.

Marie and I had a perplexing meeting at the SAC on Monday. They're tremendously supportive of us, for which we're very grateful (and without which we probably wouldn't function at all), but their whole music funding structure is about to change and so there's going to be a bit of a hiatus while the new system settles down. This translates to us as, at the very least, a break in our funding. So we might have to shut down operations, even temporarily, until we can afford to get going again. I've just been hit with an enormous accountants' bill (the bill's enormous, not the accountant) relating obliquely to the company accounts, and I think we'll have to find ways not to spend money for a while. So this means cancelling all engagements that involve any degree of finanical risk - at least five concerts over the coming year. It's a bit depressing when we have more offers of gigs now than we've ever had. Anyway, Marie and I are going to meet again on Monday for a hard look at all the figures.

Last night Triology were playing in Glasgow with the wonderful jazz guitar player Wolfgang Muthspiel. What a great group: a string trio that doesn't play any classical repertoire any more, but doesn't mess around either. And they do it full time. Makes it worth living in Vienna really. I'll leave it to you to guess which Glasgow-based writer Muthspiel has an 'unhealthy obsession' with. Their album's good too.

[later, Heathrow airport] I've spent the day at Lord's cricket ground on BBC business. A chance to catch up with lots of people too, including Catherine Bott on fine form, and Philip Tagney who produces Mixing It, which is playing a track from the Prefab Sprout album this week! I haven't heard it myself yet. Unfortunately I realised just too late that my suggestion for the title of a new series on Radio 3 would also make a great name for a band, so here's hoping Radio 3 don't use it!