Barbican - LSO Chamber Ensemble
The first knot were the essays I had to mark this morning a knot of ink and thought and paper.
The second was an argument that flared up just before I left the house and gradually frayed out to a fragile peace as I left.
The third, were the long and tangled roads of the city that eventually drew me to The Barbican.
Then finally a fourth knot, a constant unravelling of sound that untangled all the other knots in my head. Different strands, overlapping, sometimes running, or plunging, was pulling towards or against each other out into the night.