Having crossed “walking across a frozen river” off my list of things to do before I die (do not try this after you are dead), I realise I still haven’t fulfilled my lifelong ambition to overturn a parked car and set it on fire. Therefore, I am off to Paris for a few days, where violent, anarchic dreams may still come true. Hopefully there will still be a few untorched Citroëns left by the time I get there. Postings will resume in a week.
Next week: Having namedropped Morton Feldman a few times this week, I plan to go to tomorrow night’s concert and book launch of Feldman’s interviews and lectures. So you can expect a writeup, plus photos from Riga on Flickr.
If you can’t stand to tear yourself away from this site to check a few links over there –>, here’s a small selection of recent reviews:
Next week: Having namedropped Morton Feldman a few times this week, I plan to go to tomorrow night’s concert and book launch of Feldman’s interviews and lectures. So you can expect a writeup, plus photos from Riga on Flickr.
If you can’t stand to tear yourself away from this site to check a few links over there –>, here’s a small selection of recent reviews:
- The London Sinfonietta et al play Xenakis, parts one, two, three.
- The BBC Symphony Orchestra play Elliott Carter.
- Icebreaker play Philip Glass, badly.
- Eurovision Song Contest wrap for 2005 (one, two) – it’s only two months away…
- Looking at people looking at Rachel Whiteread’s Embankment.
- A visit to Ezra Pound’s old house in Kensington
- A walk to St Andrew-by-the-Wardrobe.
- A rant about the current state of modern fiction.
Oh, and sorry about the blog’s front page disappearing for a few hours back there. I’m pretty sure that was my fault.
Every citroen should be overturned and torched. Sadly, my ma bought a Shitron a few years ago, and it really was a lemon.
In my experience, if you wait long enough Citroens will flip over and catch fire of their own free will.