We have just been listening to a concert by Melvyn Tan from Charleston: such a treat. It seems like a hundred years ago since the early days of lockdown when we listened to him playing on Friday evenings for a small group of friends. Now, it is a fully professional, staged performance, interspersed with readings from Proust and Virginia Woolf by Jack Farthing. He played Fauré, Ravel, Debussy and finally a Chopin Ballade.
Lockdown has been horrible in so many ways, but it has at least made one, or maybe it is only me, more attentive to the deep pleasures of listening to music, even if it is only secondhand.
The concert is available for a week only and you have to pay, but it is in the best possible cause:-