Boucher’s wife was a clever player on the harp, but seems to have adopted her husband’s doubtful means of winning the applause of the public. She used to play duets for piano and harp, with one hand on each instrument.

– Grove Dictionary of Music and Musicians, entry for Boucher, Alexandre-Jean

(how’d I manage to put in a Sherlock reference there)


French lesson doodlings

Done last year with ballpoint pen. Terribly fun but they all turn out disproportionate. I seem to have gotten the hang of graduating tones with pen; it’s just the whole not being able to correct mistakes which makes my pen drawings look so wonky.

1. Grump.

2. Snake lover. I do like snakes myself.


A group of skilled pupils walk into the air-conditioned room without shoes. They ask the supervisor the most prominent thought in their mind, which is whether they can record a song. As the supervisor agrees, they clear their throats. One of them runs to sip water.

They rehearse and stifle their laughs. And then it is the real thing.

The collective resonant quality of their voice shocks those in the room. It is a sight to behold. Everyone falls silent.

Replayed and listened to, given expert opinions. The singers are now editing it. They smile, cheer and sing. The weeks of hard work have paid off. The editing is done on a computer.

Computers are never reliable. This one is no exception. Without warning it fouls up. The Apple freezes. A pupil growls menacingly. It is not everyday they do this. It is not seldom that the Apple dies. The leader of the group sighs, having sung herself. She is unlike Macintoshes. She is reliable and sensible.

They were making a movie.