(55,000 Reasons: continuation…)
3. September 1940
Unable to sleep, my perfect memory, my unblinking ears, he sits in white tie with the four other musicians for the first performance.
"The streets are our brushes, the squares are our palettes…
Drag the pianos out on the streets"
he recalls Mayakovsky’s Instruction to the Armies of Art, but afterwards the familiar anguish as he listens to the great city contentedly humming itself home on the pavements, trams and trains.