I ran across an old acquaintance (depicted here) just after leaving a meeting in town this afternoon; a brilliant musician I haven’t seen in years, standing by the fountain behind the National Theatre with what looked like a digital thingamajig in hand.
Knowing me I never pass an opportunity to share a few words in transit, so I headed in his direction for a word or two, exchanging the usual pleasantries, and “oh, so you still live in the hill behind the school” and all that. All very superficial. We were never that close.
Turns out the thingamajig was for recording urban sounds from the crowds – and a number of gypsy “musicians” lined up in front of respective tube entrances, for added ambience, he said, interrupted or ruined, I don’t know which, by yours truly.
If you’re a regular at the Oslo Philharmonic Orchestra’s or the Norwegian Chamber Orchestra’s concerts (not sure where he plans to use it), be warned of an out-of-place “Ahoy there, you old fiddler you” in the background. That would be me.
And if you read this, Terje, I’m sorry if I blew a secret project or something. I’m in a terrible bad blogger mode these days.
