I think today was my first brass band experience - not ever, but over the course of this project. The last piece - I've mislaid the programme notes, so can't tell you what it was right now - received a pre-warning from the personable conductor, Paul Cosh. He pointed out that it was in eleven movements and that we should count them in case we didn't like it and wanted to leave. The opening blast of trumpets had barely ricocheted off the walls before the elderly lady sitting at the end of my row stood up and stomped out of the hall.
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