Tradition...I’m not sure about... Freed-up, twittering bird-like. Leave it on auto play and you get her weepin’ joy on the 5th (see the crazy clip of the 3rd)
Rattle pulling it dark deep, ‘Berlin Phil’ - boom, waltzing along. And Mitsuko Uchida abandoned within.
Top of the class.
Somewhere she talks about . . .
Managed to get Richard to cover the Christmas Day shift at the Kettering petrol station so says Ricky; I don't want to prepare for my Boxing Day clash by working in a garage.
So, game on. Extra ordinary darts, is like this. Four and half million teamed up in the UK, 60 world-wide.
Rapid Ricky won one of the . . .
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 . . .