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Three women writers on music

Posted by Susan Tomes on 5 December 2009 under Books, Concerts, Daily Life  •  Leave a comment

I’m looking forward to taking part in a literature event at the South Bank on Monday evening at 7.45pm. The novelist Eva Hoffman has invited fellow novelist Janice Galloway and me to join her in a discussion of what it’s like to write about music. I don’t really know either of them except through their […]




Our Italian hero

Posted by Susan Tomes on 3 December 2009 under Concerts, Daily Life, Florestan Trio, Travel  •  Leave a comment

This photo shows me outside the Gulbenkian Foundation in Lisbon, standing beside the poster for the Florestan Trio’s three concerts. On the day after the concerts, Bob and I caught the old tram up the hill of the Alfama district to visit the castle. While we were standing on the crowded tram, Bob’s wallet was […]




Catering van fantasies

Posted by Susan Tomes on 29 November 2009 under Daily Life, Florestan Trio, Musings  •  Leave a comment

Bob and I went for a walk on Wimbledon Common. A film crew must have been working nearby, because several of their vans were parked there. Outside the catering van, a large table had been set up in the open air, beautifully laid with plates of cakes and muffins, pots of coffee, and even two […]




In the lamplight

Posted by Susan Tomes on 25 November 2009 under Concerts, Daily Life, Florestan Trio, Musings  •  Leave a comment

We went to Cambridge to play a concert in Peterhouse, the oldest and smallest of Cambridge University’s colleges. Our travel plans had gone awry, and we arrived an hour late and a bit agitated. Dusk was falling, and by the time we finished our rehearsal it was dark. We went out for a bite to […]




Territorial display

Posted by Susan Tomes on 22 November 2009 under Daily Life, Florestan Trio, Musings  •  1 Comment

We were rehearsing this week in the home of a friend who keeps a pet canary in a cage in the kitchen. The canary was silent as we arrived and sat round the table, chatting and drinking coffee. But as soon as we went next door, picked up our instruments and started to play, the canary […]