he flautist alternates between two notes, each extended with careful control. On either side, a percussionist and pianist scatter sounds, forming melodic stepping stones. The alto flute is replaced by piccolo; now the notes are higher, now the timbre flutters. Friday night in a London bar continues around this musical triangle. In the outer corners, friends chatter; hopes and concerns are shared. But in the immediate tessellation, we watch and listen:
