We were playing a gig in The Rock Garden that day. I accidentally bumped into a young American baton twirler whilst desperately running across Dame Street. She was not happy and made her feelings about me abundantly clear. I did apologise before the tirade of abuse began....
a small treasure of all nocturnes in history... This nocturne makes my mind travel to somewhere in Europe. A place which has a street with no ends. (What a beautiful experience I'm passing through..) Anyways, amazing interpretation! :-)