Despite the trauma of yesterday it was pretty much business as usual here. We did take time out to chat over a coffee a little more than usual, most of it conducted in a whisper as Robin was still rather hoarse from straining his vocal cords yesterday. Good job son number one was at school, I didn't want him learning any new words. (Son number two was playing with his lego oblivious of the chaos around him.)
Robin was also spoilt for choice, which guitar to play. The Churchdoor recently returned from unscheduled globe trotting, or the other Miguel Rodriguez freshly retrieved from Paul Fischer's workshop. (Incidentally, we are delighted with the refretting and renewed polish to the neck, it's sounding fantastic.)
I had my own dilemma. What do you feed a man who has just returned from 10 days of 6* luxury dining?
Answer: Home made fava soup.
'As always, it was sheer pleasure to observe Robin Hill's remarkable fluent technique: everything looks easy when he plays it.' Colin Cooper- Classical Guitar Magazine ----- 'Wonderful for their (Hill & Wiltschinsky) precision, touch and clarity of sound... refined virtuosity, the achievement of a long interpretive process.' Il Giornale D'Italia (Rome) ----- 'I loved your CD and thought your technique and performance were fabulous...' Rick Wakeman