Grey and rainy today; no line dancing. Music was needed. I listened to Jacqueline du Pré play the Dvorak cello concerto and wept, for the glory of the music and of that frail, lovely young woman playing with such power and depth, surrounded by an orchestra entirely of men. To know that only a few years later her incandescent talent would be felled by multiple sclerosis – it’s one of the cruelest fates I know; after those zillion hours of practicing and entrancing the world with her skill and talent, her body shut her down.
On the same page is Pergolesi’s Stabat Mater, another exquisite piece of music.
And Robbie Robertson somehow brought together a world of musicians, including Ringo, to play The Weight.
I’ve spent all day sitting in my kitchen or my office, listening to music, as you can see. More edits from my friend Sam, but mostly emailing, reading online, trying to learn what is going on out there. Where does the day go? Talking to no one except a few words from my tenants downstairs and up; Robin upstairs has to work from home so has turned the spare room into his office. So now he walks downstairs to go to work.
People are emailing wonderful links or posting them on FB. Our Prime Minister is getting stern with us; today he said, “That’s enough!” to people still meeting in groups, in the same tone I used to say it to my kids and Anna says it now.
Tonight I am looking forward to the next instalment of My Brilliant Friend.
My contribution to your wellbeing, besides all that music: this wonderful NYT recipe. Made it for dinner, with a salad – easy and delicious. Highly recommended.