My downstairs neighbour was a right pain. No matter how silent or not we were in our flat, he’d complain to the building manager who was forced to bollock us. That’s all fair enough, except the wonderful man would pester about chairs scraping the floor in the middle of the day, footsteps in heels around 9am and even – yes, this is all true – farts. My household, then, baptised him The Sensitive Ear: the guy was REALLY obnoxious but he was quite right about every noise, no matter how loud or soft. Annoying, but rather impressive.
This blog is not in any way an homage to this infamous character. I chose to baptise it this way since I solemnly swear to write about my honest views of concerts and gigs that I attend to. It won’t be pretty, it won’t be politically correct, but BY GOD it’ll be honest. And it’ll hurt. That I also promise.
Not that my opinion counts in any way, but maybe a Bachelors in Composition and Conducting in Classical Music might be worth something. That and a few years spent working with orchestras – and as a consequence, going to a shitload of concerts – might have a bit of weight. And probably the lack of shame helps too.
So there. Enjoy.
The Sensitive Ear 