The proms are coming.
And with them the Royal Albert Hall is beginning to bubble with Bach.
In serioousness, I was looking for classical music to settle my mind after a stay in hospital.
What I found was a coffee morning with Martin James Bartlett.
For the modest sum of £11 his piano peformance, coffee and a pastry were delivered.
Well I say delivered, thanks to a bad night I only just made it in time for the music, so no coffee or pastry for me or my far more punctual friend (bargain anyway).
Brimming with Bartlett
I can only applaud the performance, musically I can describe it only as flawless.
And this is coming from a girl lacking good sleep and the presence of mind of turning up on time; normally my forte.
All of the chosen pieces were brilliant and, to my grade four ears, sounded technically difficult.
A word of warning
This young man is a multi-instrumentalist and young, which means he has perhaps a penchant for extra physical flourishes.
But I refer you to my relative amateurness musically.
Last words: Bartlett, beautiful.