Simon Pocock

Simon Pocock

The Perros-Guirec band had its first Verdi concert yesterday in the church at Rostrenen. It’s a little town in the centre of Brittany.

I always get a bit agoraphobic when I cross the N12 (the Brest to Rennes autoroute). For me, it’s the line dividing the coastal regions (to the north) and the interior which to me is a bit like in the film ”Planet of the Apes”, where the weird stuff happens.

Carole was my driver (ex-Lannion clarinet player), and although she knew the route well, we almost got lost.

The gig was in a splendid church. There were over 120 in the chorale (a combined choir from Lannion and Guingamp).

They did a half-hour session of Haendel before us, and then we combined, and did all the Verdi, Rossini, Bezot and Hallelujah chorus stuff.

We finished with a number called “Highland Cathedral”, which stars a bombard playing the theme: it pulls on the emotions (not mine), and there were a few wet eyes in the church at the end.

It was an unusual experience for the ex-Lannion players like myself, as we may start with a full house in the church, but when we play it soon empties. The biggest downside of playing with Perros is we never seem to eat or drink much (I have lost 3kgs since September), and as we practiced before the concert, it was nearly 4 hours of playing, so a glass of wine and a few nibbles aren’t much of a reward afterwards.

My taxi Carole managed to get us a little lost again on the return, but fortunately we saw a sign for Guingamp.

I must have know her half a dozen years, but never realized she talks more than Pauline (that’s going some).
She did mention her partner Remmie had a sax he didn’t use, and perhaps he might loan/sell it, so I suggested a viewing when we arrived in Lannion.

Recently, our oldest dog died (Jimmy, a lovely dog all our guests wanted to take home), so I managed a month of badgering (”we need another dog to keep Bealo company”), but eventually gave in (women always win).

On the return trip with our new black puppy, Thea, I mentioned that new dog = new saxophone.
So, at chez Carole, Remmie found his dusty sax which plays like a dream (its a Selmer), and he agreed to loan it out and I can have first refusal.

I hardly slept because the excitement is like having  a new lover !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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