Rather than entertaining with poorly written prose, I decided to substitute poorly taken photographs instead.
Waiting for the bus. Time 6:30 AM Temperature 24 degrees (Fahrenheit).
So far this feels more like a beastly fishing trip than a tour.
My attempt to avoid traveling with the orchestra backfired when I ended up on the same flight as Pierre Boulez. Fortunately, the Maestro kept the idle chitchat to a minimum.
View from the N train to Manhattan.
The red staircase. Carnegie Hall has poor facilities, including this long narrow stairwell for bassists to climb. It is only a matter of when I’m going to trip and fall down this stairway.
Access to the stage is only through one doorway, stage right. Below are some of my colleagues lugging instruments across to our position, stage left.