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Music

Malcolm Arnold was a traumatised wreck of a man at his death but his music was joyous!

19 October 2019

9:00 AM

19 October 2019

9:00 AM

Never meet your heroes, they say. But if you grew up with classical music in the 1980s, there was fat chance of that. Stravinsky, Britten, Shostakovich, Walton: you’d just missed them. Which is why, in 2001, and finding myself duty-managing an 80th birthday concert for Sir Malcolm Arnold, I inched past his minders and delivered a few trite, polite but entirely sincere words of gratitude and admiration.

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