Fewer! In this context it's fewer. Fewer players means not so many turned up. Less players is a concept not to be considered!
Quintet saw the welcome return of Phil this evening. Half the time he goes to work instead of playing music. He’s been known to mutter something about a wolf called Bill, at his door, who needs to be paid - baffling. Not quite as baffling though, as a new fusion piece called New Raindrops in York. Just as well they threw the towel in; it was dreadful. However, once everyone had agreed to play Raindrops and leave New York till later it was much better. Very much better in fact. There was some lovely ensemble work this evening; togetherness, playing as one. It was a pleasure to hear and the players enjoyed playing too. Neil Diamond and William Boyce were both given good treatment. El Cumbanchero, everyone thought would be El Impossiblero is turning out to be El Marvelero (is this nonsense necessary?) Quintet enjoy playing Good Ol’ Blues and that piece is coming together well too. Ah, then the Bach… Orchestral suite in G for the cognoscenti, Air on a G string for most of us and “that cigar advert” for the plebs! Paul embarrassed himself by getting all gushy, we know what he’s like. Did he use the words “ineffably sublime” then start handing the score round asking people to “admire the counterpoint”? Ideas above his station that bloke. He’s only a lorry driver - need to keep him in check. That said, the Bach was starting to sound rather gorgeous so Quintet, this evening, ended on that metaphorical high note.
Swti (band mascot) led the charge upstairs to the bar where tinctures were served. Mel was taking down people’s particulars and Sue was trying to squeeze Paul into her dress. There’s always something new at Rhyl.