Goodbye again

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:

• 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.