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Maestro bares his legs

We were a little surprised, reading the (London) Times newspaper this morning, to learn that the director of the Cheltenham Festival of Music was of a different sex than previously imagined and that, according to the page 17 headline, ‘Conductor plays his part’.

The nub of the story (firewalled) is that conductor Martyn Brabbins ran a half-marathon in order to raise funds for a new commission. The self-styled newspaper of record, which barely got anything right in the story, published a picture of Martyn conducting – which he does rather well – instead of running, where he was happy to come 863rd (in Mahler 8th, that would make him one of the small boys at the top of the balcony).

The Times declined to show Martyn in shorts. We have fewer inhibitions. Watch Maestro at the marathon, exclusively on Slipped Disc.


Come on, Dude…. beat that!

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  1. Louise Goodman says:

    Norman, When you say ‘we’ were surprised, who exactly do you mean? Many blog posts you write are similarly addressed and I can’t help but wonder if you’re trying to imply there’s a whole team behind your blogs. Or is this just an affectation?

  2. Unless I am much mistaken, Mr Brabbins is no longer the festival director at Cheltenham. The post has now fallen to another MB – Meurig Bowen.

    • Indeed; a proper reading of the bit of the (London) Times article visible above its paywall-induced fade-out would impart the information that Maestro Brabbins – a thoroughly good chap and much-underrated musician (and a trombonist too) – is the former artistic director of the festival (which makes a nonsense of NL’s (team’s?) first para. When he ran the marathon, “a few years ago”, he was still the artistic director.

      • Makes no nonsense at all. The director is Meurig Bowen. You are being obtuse and abusive.

      • Theodore McGuiver says:

        I like the notion of MB being not only a musician but a trombonist, too. It reminds of the definition of a gentleman as ‘someone who knows how to play the trombone but chooses not to’.

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