Update on Paul on Putin.
I didn’t get Paul moving into ‘Russia-war-ship’ (is that a term?), as he writes, Putin worship.
I got the overall, over-bias. Paul’s retort is their claim - what he calls accusation - comes because he reports the facts. Puts this piggy in the mid. On a hunch.
Not about overall, . . .
Inflated up earlier, said I’d knock up a wam-bam trophy looking pix and text. To honour Aangirfan’s site and Drudge’s interview. All getting a wee bit silly ain’t me? So what instead?
The latest post on Aangirfan is one I’m stirred to speak up on but feel the reticence to always barge in.
Much to consider first . . .
I’m with Geoffrey Norris, only the other day somebody asked me to name the pianist and music I would most like to hear if they could be magicked out of thin air at that very moment. My immediate answer was Piotr Anderszewski and Bach.
As Harriet Smith notes, Anderszewski’s CDs are all too infrequent, so let’s cherish this . . .
Thought I’d do TS Awards....
Last year 25/12 I posted on Tap (but canny re-find the post) - that it was ‘WWW-er of the Year’ followed by Aangirfan. This year A-fan wins hands-down, Tap leaping along in second place. Not only do these two pump out what all good (wo)men should pay attention to but keep on ‘doing’ god-etc. Dem . . .
For a couple a three weeks before moving to silvrback (which I can mucho recommend. Aside from all else, the personal/community-like and responsive customer service) - I wrote daily. Below is one of ‘em, unedited/but needs it/not even inclined to wade through a reread.
I’ll bung up the rest over the next little while, why waste . . .
88 and smashing it.
London Symphony Orchestra under Andre's direction. 1975.