8.30 am: Postgraduate admin, references, Facebook notifications regarding the Open Day on Saturday, and a sound experiment awaited dispatch before I could extricate myself from the house: Stylophone meets Skychord meets Moog:

10.30 am: At the School; in the gallery; at the piano:

The exhibition installation began. My paper was accepted for the ‘Transmedial Music’ conference at Leicester University in November. It now needs to be written. Once the lock gates of the new academic year begin to lift, the waters of commitments, actions, meetings, and engagements tumble out and quickly build to a torrent. Just keeping my diary up-to-date is a moment by moment challenge.

Throughout the day, barring a PhD fine art tutorial that I was committed to fitting in, I advised and interrogated my MA Fine Art students as they began the process of selection and hanging. Each of my painting contingent undertook a mock viva voce in preparation for the internal examination on Monday.

Evening. At 7.30 pm, I attended a memorial at Holy Trinity Church concert for Bill Williams, who died several months back:

During a quite passage in one of the Brahms’s pieces, I heard the voice of a flock of birds as it flew northward over the church. In that moment, the external world punctured and became part of the music’s interior world.