Those of us who found we were sitting on or next to an empty cinema type numberedseat with black gaffer tape covering its number gathered at the front of theroom and then, after a ten-minute break, entered into a windowless studio wheretwo rows of seats were arranged in a semi-circle. In front of the seats werethree high microphones, a keyboard, and a table with an Apple Mac laptop on it(the iconic corporate apple sign was the only thing that glowed in the darkwhile we sang). After an introduction from Drummond, he played a note and itsoctaves above and below and we hummed along to get in pitch to a count of ten.His recording man checked all was entering the Mac hard disc and then Drummondcounted 1,2,3,4 and we began singing the note for five minutes, stopping only aswe wished for breath. The lights were turned off so that we would not feelembarrassed. One was aware of the people each side and voices coming from behindand around while simultaneously being aware of one’s own thoughts– at least I was. I loved the idea of just breathing whenever, asopposed to singing for a phrase, and after a time decided that as five minuteswas a long time I would use it as a meditation and walk along a beach, NorthBerwick beach. By the time we had done the first five-minute note I was onlyhalf-way along the beach.