West Side Story — Balcony Scene

Feel­ing utterly depressed by the Guardian’s fur­ther rev­el­a­tions of viol­a­tions of pri­vacy by English-speaking coun­tries, I turned back to a musical piece much favoured by the wood­wind orches­tra of my high school for com­fort — in which I knew not the words, but only the notes to which I gave the lower tones via my old, bor­rowed tuba.

My one regret is we never col­lab­or­ated with the choir to bring this piece to life.