Playing Syrinx outdoors usually means in open air with the sky as the upper limit of my concert hall. This space was different: a covered archway in the Tuscan hill town of Castelmuzio. The stone surfaces bounced my sound back to me, not an echo which might have invited me to alter my pacing, but a slight concentration of the sound.

There was a lot of wildlife, most off camera. While I was playing, three cats and one dog came out and sat facing me across the street. On camera, you’ll notice me brushing a fly off my face near the end of the piece.