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“Coming to the pub Arthur?” said the tall, bearded tuba player after band practice-Leon, was it?

“Yeah, ok.” said Arthur, noncommittal, pride warring with curiosity.

He’d actually enjoyed the rehearsal, despite the humiliation of the instrument exchange and missed cue. He had thought that playing in a brass band would be a chore, all Souza marches ( Read more... )

Merlin clutched Gloria, carefully stowed away in her hand-painted, purple-and-gold instrument case, and inhaled the foggy Yorkshire air.

Yorkshire!

Stoical, no-nonsense Yorkshire, spiritual home of the brass band movement, and mother to four of the top ten brass bands in the world - one of which, Albion Brass Band Amateurs (ABBA for short), last ( Read more... )