The illicit photo is worse than usual, but at least I can hear after this weekend’s busy schedule.
Bright Eyes deafened me at the Walt Disney Concert Hall.
Going through my RSS feeds in Thunderbird, I realised I read NOTHING in 2006. Yes, the whole of 2006. Not only did I read no blogs, I also read no books*. That may have been the first time in my life I didn’t read voraciously, constantly, indiscriminately. What should I do about the RSS feeds? […]
We’ve been wincing in Downtown Los Angeles.
Despair, death and destruction at the Walt Disney Concert Hall. We’ve been listening to Wagner and spying on friends.
Looks like I won’t be swaying to the sound of Keane next month. Bummer.
Courtesy of a German conductor. This weekend has been Tchaikovsky-tastic at the Hollywood Bowl: two nights of the Russe with fireworks. The evening started rousingly with T’s Cossack dance: your steroetypical populist folksy tune made classical. It set the scene for a evening of entertaining cheesiness. Now, don’t get me wrong. I lurve Tchaikovsky, and […]