I have extremely fond memories of music nerding it up on a Friday or Saturday night: hitting Michael Fowler with my high school music pals for NZSO concerts followed by gelato-laden debriefs. We started doing it around year 12, when one friend was offered discount tickets through her piano teacher. Quickly performances extended to NZ… Continue reading I’m a Shostakobitch (But in a Good Way)
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