Sunday, 27 April 2014
Carrot cake and black metal
It's fascinating living with a musical polymath.
I came downstairs this morning to find Mark listening to Slint — post punk from the 90s; he than swiftly moved over to the Boccherini string quartet, followed by a bit of 1950s jazz. When I came in from a dog walk a little later he was furiously grating carrots to the above. In between I had heard him playing Chopin on the piano, practising the congas and mixing some cello and organ improvised music from his duo 'Las Vegas Power Cut.