My email inbox likes to throw a curveball at me every now and then. Much as I hadn’t expected spring in the UK to announce its arrival with freezing temperatures and pistol whips of arctic hail, the suggestion from VAN’s dear editors that I undertake some of the stranger habits of composers was one I never saw coming. But in a year full of both surprises and the occasional flirtation with the idea of  overhauling my approach to fitness, food, and freedom, what harm could it do?


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