April 2009
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Remembering Geoff Dancer, by Yuri Paterson-Olenich
The first time I met Geoff must have been back in 1992, when I was studying at the RAM. My professor, Alex Kelly, had come round to my student digs for a cultural evening/booze-up. He had a go on my clapped-out Bösendorfer, announced that the sensation he received from massaging a sound out of the poorly regulated keys was akin to “playing a trampoline” and went on to exclaim, “You’ve got to get...