W hat comes across most profoundly when speaking to Australian composer Ross Edwards is the aura of quiet thoughtfulness he exudes. “I suppose I’m trying to find a ritual that works for me,” he says as we sit in his cosy studio, nestled at the back of the garden at his house in Balmain (the studio is an extension on an outdoor toilet, he tells me), with a keyboard, a computer, notes and fragments of scores pinned...

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