Concert Diary
In general, my problem right now is that I want the inexorable march of time to just stop.
Today I was supposed to go and buy a plane ticket back to the US.
Instead, I didn't leave the house.
Still no passport.
As a way of easing my way back into updates of this thing, I'll begin by listing all the music and other cultural things that I've done since October 24.
October 26: Gabrieli Consort, doing Moteverdi's Vespers of 1610, with solo voices on all the choral and orchestral parts . It was really wonderful. I went with college classmate R—.
October 28: Hedwig and the Angry Inch, the stage show performed at Soho cabaret venue Too2Much. It was very good.
October 29: Debauched housewarming. The theme of the party was "myths and legends." I went to the party as "that urban legend of the guy who put his dog in the microwave." This involved carrying around a stuffed dog, which I had set fire to. It was a hit. I became very intoxicated.
October 30: I went to Brighton with the boys. I have good pictures.
November 2: Colloquium at Cambridge by RP. I missed my train, and there was bad traffic from the station, so I missed the entire talk. But it was okay, both because I'd heard the talk already when he gave it a Berkeley two years ago, and becuase RP missed my Cambridge colloquium. I had a lovely time with M— afterwards.
November 3: Londonist birthday party. I got so very drunk. Falling down drunk. I met people who knew me only from my online writing. I also ran into a sex partner from, like, eight months ago, who randomly lives with the best friend of the Londonist TV critic. It was a good party.
November 4: I heard a lecture at the Design Museum by the graphic designer of the Guardian, and then went to the Popstarz memorial event for the Popstarz founder who died. He fell down the stairs leading up to his house, and cracked his head open. The night was weird, but fun. Everyone I knew left, but I stayed until 3.
November 5: Madame Butterfly at the ENO. I bought a £5 standing ticket, and was then offered a really good ticket by a lonely man who had an extra. He's one of those men who really wants someone to talk to. I can sometimes be too nice to such men.
November 6: Opera Rara concert performance of Donizetti's Il diluvio universale. Went with M—, ran into the Spaniard and E—. The four of us, unsurprisingly, geeked out to an extraordinary degree, intimidating and slightly scaring the one other, non-musicologist companion B—.
November 8: Andreas Scholl at the Barbican. With Accademia Bizantina. Scholl=Overrated. O V E R R A T E D. Good. Fine. But not very good. The orchestra played circles around him.
This last weekend was pretty empty. Turned down an invitation to a rock show Saturday. DVD of Withnail & I at R—'s house Sunday; that's about it.
This week I might go see Salome, but I probably won't. I will definitely go to M—'s colloquium Wednesday, despite his typically self-depricating insistance that I shouldn't. Maybe a dinner party next weekend.
Next post: Introspection!
Today I was supposed to go and buy a plane ticket back to the US.
Instead, I didn't leave the house.
Still no passport.
As a way of easing my way back into updates of this thing, I'll begin by listing all the music and other cultural things that I've done since October 24.
October 26: Gabrieli Consort, doing Moteverdi's Vespers of 1610, with solo voices on all the choral and orchestral parts . It was really wonderful. I went with college classmate R—.
October 28: Hedwig and the Angry Inch, the stage show performed at Soho cabaret venue Too2Much. It was very good.
October 29: Debauched housewarming. The theme of the party was "myths and legends." I went to the party as "that urban legend of the guy who put his dog in the microwave." This involved carrying around a stuffed dog, which I had set fire to. It was a hit. I became very intoxicated.
October 30: I went to Brighton with the boys. I have good pictures.
November 2: Colloquium at Cambridge by RP. I missed my train, and there was bad traffic from the station, so I missed the entire talk. But it was okay, both because I'd heard the talk already when he gave it a Berkeley two years ago, and becuase RP missed my Cambridge colloquium. I had a lovely time with M— afterwards.
November 3: Londonist birthday party. I got so very drunk. Falling down drunk. I met people who knew me only from my online writing. I also ran into a sex partner from, like, eight months ago, who randomly lives with the best friend of the Londonist TV critic. It was a good party.
November 4: I heard a lecture at the Design Museum by the graphic designer of the Guardian, and then went to the Popstarz memorial event for the Popstarz founder who died. He fell down the stairs leading up to his house, and cracked his head open. The night was weird, but fun. Everyone I knew left, but I stayed until 3.
November 5: Madame Butterfly at the ENO. I bought a £5 standing ticket, and was then offered a really good ticket by a lonely man who had an extra. He's one of those men who really wants someone to talk to. I can sometimes be too nice to such men.
November 6: Opera Rara concert performance of Donizetti's Il diluvio universale. Went with M—, ran into the Spaniard and E—. The four of us, unsurprisingly, geeked out to an extraordinary degree, intimidating and slightly scaring the one other, non-musicologist companion B—.
November 8: Andreas Scholl at the Barbican. With Accademia Bizantina. Scholl=Overrated. O V E R R A T E D. Good. Fine. But not very good. The orchestra played circles around him.
This last weekend was pretty empty. Turned down an invitation to a rock show Saturday. DVD of Withnail & I at R—'s house Sunday; that's about it.
This week I might go see Salome, but I probably won't. I will definitely go to M—'s colloquium Wednesday, despite his typically self-depricating insistance that I shouldn't. Maybe a dinner party next weekend.
Next post: Introspection!
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