Thursday, May 17, 2007

The Wayward Wind, is a Restless Wind

No I didn't die or anything like that. I've been moving, and believe me - after two weeks of packing and schlepping, the eternal peace of the grave is looking better all the time. Whatever fate may await me in the hereafter, be it heaven or hell, I just hope there's no furniture or heavy lifting involved.

Anyways, I guess there just hasn't been enough boxing and unboxing and loading and unloading arranging and unarranging and phone calling and paper signing and fee paying in my life to keep me busy, so I thought I'd take a moment here tonight to return to my grievously neglected blog. I suppose I should apologize for that, that being the modern nature of things and all. Isn't it funny how there's really no right and wrong anymore. As long as you say you're sorry, you can pretty much do whatever you want. You know -

"I want to apologize for having those drugs in my luggage. It showed bad judgment on my part, and I should have checked with the local authorities before I attempted to smuggle drugs into the country. It was just a simple misunderstanding and a boneheaded move on my part. I'm truly sorry for any trouble I may have caused. I also want to apologize for calling the women's athletic team a bunch of monkey-faced goonie birds. I meant no offense by the comment, but I can see how such a statement might be taken the wrong way. Believe me, no one respects our women athletes more than I. I hope you will accept these humble apologies, and it is my hope that by blaming myself, you, the paying public, will find me blameless. After all, I'm only human."

So, like I said, sorry for not posting to my blogs. I'll try to do better. In the meantime, I've got these new digs. Yes, here I sit among the oaks and the pine trees, looking out my window, and what a lovely view I have of

A parking garage.

Actually, it's not that bad. I mean, as far as parking garages go it's a pretty unobtrusive looking thing, and it's nicely landscaped as well. All-in-all I'm pretty happy with my new surroundings. Sure, I need some furniture, but that can wait until the house is sold. Meanwhile, it's very quiet, and that's the big reason I chose to settle here. Aaahhh, peace and quiet, a self-cleaning oven, and cheap DSL. What more does a stodgy old bachelor need. I'd tell you where I moved to but there are a lot of weirdos on the internet, you know, so I'll just leave that a mystery.

Anything else happening? Hmmm, not really. Moving has pretty much taken all of my free time. I do have a CD to recommend though. I got it about a month ago and the more I play it the more I want to hear. It's called "Recital" and it's a collection of pieces for violin and piano played by Victoria Mullova on violin and Katia LaBecque on piano. It has Stravinsky's Suite Italienne, Schubert's Fantasie, Ravel's violin sonata, and a piece by Clara Schumann. I once heard someone call Mullova's playing "austere", but you'd never know if from this CD. She plays with a lot of what I'd call "disciplined soulfulness", and Katia LaBecque's restless piano meshes perfectly with Mullova . My favorite on this disc is the Schubert Fantasie - a piece I've never really loved, but Mullova and LaBecque navigate a beautiful line and really bring this composition to life. Add to that an excellent reading of Ravel's violin sonata and the familiar strains of Stravinsky's Suite Italienne, and you've got a 5 star disc if there ever was one. Deep, thoughtful, and very entertaining. Like I said, it's been in heavy rotation on my MP3 player for over a month now, and I like it more each time I listen to it.

And that's all for now. Look for more frequent postings in the coming weeks and months when, hopefully, I'll have something more to say. And, if not, well I'm really sorry. It's just bad judgment on my part.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Follow The Bouncing Ball

You'd think having a freeway burn down would be the major story in most metropolitan areas, but here in the Bay Area it's taken a backseat to the most amazing event of the past decade and a half. Not that a melting freeway isn't big news, but let's face it, all that really means is another monumental Bay Area traffic jam, and, after all, how newsworthy is that (not very). On the other hand, no one in the Bay Area can quite believe

The Warriors are in the playoffs.

Now let me make it clear that I'm not a diehard Warriors fan. I'm strictly a "fairweather" fan, and if you've seen the Warriors play over the past 13 seasons or so, then I'm sure you'd understand. Watching the same train wreck every night gets a little monotonous after a while.

That said, however, I hope you'll excuse the short post tonight because Game 6 with the Mav's is tonight and you couldn't pry me away from the T.V. if you tried. It never should have gotten to a Game 6, of course, but that's another story, and the mere possiblity that the 8th seeded Warriors could knock off perhaps the best team in the NBA has got the entire Bay Area buzzing. Believe me, around here burning freeways and Barry Bonds have definitely taken a backseat to the Warriors and their David vs. Goliath struggle.

Dee-fense, (stomp), (stomp), Dee-fense, (stomp), (stomp)...

Before I go I do have one more thing I want to mention. I finally got my hands on the new Julia Fischer CD. Yep, this is the one you've been hearing about - the people camping out in front of record stores, the unscrupulous opportunists selling their copies on EBay for 100 times the retail price, the young punks hanging out in parking lots and beating up people and taking their copy. I placed my order at Amazon.com last March, and watched April came and go and then May roll around, and still nothing in my mailbox.

So I finally got tired of waiting and beat up a couple of 12 year olds and took their copy. (No, no, no, I'm just kidding. Your typical 12 year old would probably kick my ass)

Anyways, I'm not going to even attempt to pass judgement on who is the best violinist out there today (although I have my opinion), and I'm not going to attempt to review the CD after just 3 listens either. Instead, I'm going to recommend that you go buy yourself a copy of Fischer's new Brahms CD and then settle back and listen to one the most sublimely beautiful sounds in all of nature. Don't over-analyze, don't compare - just listen to the way the music comes off her strings. If I had to pick one cliché to describe Fischer, it would be magic.

Julia Fischer has the magic.

Now, if you'll excuse me, they're getting ready to tip off.

What d'ya mean blocking? He had position. He had position. That was a charge. Stinking ref...