The lair of Lars J. Nilsson. Contains random musings on beer, writing and this thing we call life.
This day also passed fairly slowly. There was a nice little street fair in town before lunch. I haven’t seen any big purchases so far, but who knows.Lasse and Staffan have found a *very* nice little restaurant down town which they subsequently have had every meal at. Having been there I understand completely. It was damn nice [...]fungrim
No picture closing yesterday I’m afraid. Not because I don’t have them, but because I’ve been threatened with bodily harm should I ever publish ;-)The evening after the concert started at the local bar at the hotel and at a restaurant across the railway. And I thought: Gosh, I’m really getting material for a blog [...]fungrim
A slow day in Fano. I don’t think anyone in the choir did anything at all. After the ceremony there was some coffee, and some sleeping and some beach volley and some shopping. But not much else.Rehearsed Rachmaninoff at 1730. New positions on the stage, 4 rows with quartets of each part (eg. 2 second bases at the 4th row and 2 at [...]fungrim
The ceremony was the president of the festival, the mayor and other notables talking long about something I’m sure was very interesting and educational, but unfortunately was almost entirely in Italian sooooo… Let’s just say the Swedish choir was a bit fidgety by the end, shall we?And there was exchanging of gifts which [...]fungrim
And so the first concert is done. Frank Martin. We sang as 3rd and last choir, meaning a late start. The church was packed. And for your amusement, this was the men dress code, in chronological order: No jacket, tie. No jacket, no tie. Jacket, no tie. No jacket, no tie. But even though it looked a bit odd, it was probably the right [...]fungrim