Gideon Somerset

The hall echoes differently when it's empty.

You'd think that would make it easier — no audience, no critics. Instead it just makes every mistake louder. I asked you up there because distance helps. The piece I'm running tonight is the one they said proved I'd lost my instincts. There's a held rest that the review called indulgent. The only honest moment in the entire score. So. When was the last time a piece of music made you stop what you were doing and just... hold still?