My wife is embarking on her first ever #pokemon adventure. She's having more fun naming her party than actually training. We have Camembert the Pikachu, Turnip the Oddish, Good Boy the Growlithe, Default Birb the Pidgey, Spoons the Abra and Lurpack the Butterfree.

Concentrated so hard on my suprise French solo this morning I gave myself a nosebleed. The first Willcocks induced brain aneurism on record?

And they asked him, What art thou then? Art thou Elias? And he said, I am not. Art thou the prophet? And he answered,

Downloaded actual accounting software, keeping accurate records of my accounts for the first time in my 7 year self-employed career.

For legal purposes, this is a joke... kinda...

New advent calendar made especially for Emerging Artists - all the doors are locked if you're over 26.

AND JUST SANG IMOGEN HEAP TO BLOODY IMOGEN HEAP HERSELF 😍😍😍

At Cecil Sharp House, about to sing Imogen Heap with a bunch of absolute strangers for fun 🥰🥰

MESSIAH DAY!!! If I'm ever not excited about performing this, assume I'm dead.

James Whitbourn's Give us the wings of faith is on the menu this morning; it's so Howard Shore coded, this is going to be fun.

Really nice to come back to this app after a year and a half to find everyone here! Feels like old Twitter again 😭

My toxic trait as a conductor is reminding my musicians what we "agreed to" in previous rehearsals, as if they had any role in the decision-making process.

So, this is what "being 29" feels like then.

When the organist hides the cantor's starting notes in the improv:

Just bought an air cooling unit, which guarantees the end of summer for this year, so you're all welcome for that.

Desperately trying to kick start my brain with caffeine before I sight read some bland af English church music 🫠

Hello BlueSky! 👋