I was born in Northumberland on St. Valentine's day, 1947. This may not be a coincidence. My father, an artist who's still painting furiously at 98, and also my mother, were both deeply fond of music. I could never sing in tune (or dance) but have gladly spent most of my life in the service of music. At school, my physics master told me I was tone-deaf but probably I was just hearing too much. I was bottom of the class at woodwork, too. Blame it on the tools...
Being appointed Maître d'Art by the French Minister of Culture in 2006