Tue 20 Oct – Soap&Skin, Jon Hopkins
Anja Plaschg. I was right in front of her. An arm’s length away. Middle of the front row. I love her music. She is shy. The top came off her water bottle and rolled under the piano. She had trouble with the opening bars to The Sun. I whispered, ‘Start it again’. She carried on with another. I felt like an idiot. The Sun reminds me of Serenade by Schubert. At the beginning of Mr Gaunt I spoke, ‘Mr Gaunt’. She smiled – gained confidence and trusted in her music. She became the…