The Ayn Rand cult
One of the decisions I regret most in life is opting to take Ayn Rand’s novel The Fountainhead to Crete with me as holiday reading a few years ago. I’d…
The bifurcating waltz, moths & Van der Merwe
Warning: this post may contain traces of moth Spent the day at Senate House Library (the music bit), on one of my regular-ish trawls for new stuff to include in…
Rendezvous in Prague
Just back from beautiful Prague, a flying visit to play for Daria Klimentová and Arionel Vargas in Wayne Eagling’s Duet for the 15th anniversary of the Philip Morris Ballet Flower…
Rhythm and ‘rhythm’
Funny how you can be blinded by your own prejudices. I’m afraid I probably am the kind of person who says “I don’t use that button”, pointing to the drum…
Musings on music, dance & IT…
…is the hastily thrown together strapline that’s been on my site for years. Every now and again – particularly when I drift off-topic onto banana muffins or catsthatlooklikehitler – I…
Perfect saturday mornings look (and smell) like this
It seems like months since I had the kind of Saturday I like – early to the pool, and something nice in the oven. I hate over-ripe bananas, but I…