My good friend Laura texted me to say would I like a free ticket for a concert tomorrow night. It says here: 'Sergei Nakariakov will be visiting London this October to perform the UK Première of a 20 minute piece called "ad absurdum" by Jörg Widmann. It comes in a concert by the BBC Symphony Orchestra who also play Bruckner 7.'
I would so love to go, and I so can't because my trumpet editing job is at a critical phase and I really have to be at home working on it. It's, like, "not optional". There is no way in a million years I can justify bunking off to go to this gig. But aaaargh, and dammit. :(
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Further dammit and aaaargh: I got home to find that Deb had us invited out for a nice dinner with nice people the same night. But I still have the same editing crisis that means I can't hear Nakariakov, so that's two nice things I am not doing. Grrrrrrr. See my newer blogological entity Harry Resigners for more on this.
Ahh but I did at least catch this show on the radio, and due to it being a very very wonderful radio I now have a recording of it, and I am well chuffed. Nakariakov is quite, quite astonishing in this. And the Bruckner was an incredibly moving and committed performance, and if it was not actually note-perfect (ooh b*tchy b*tchy Vogel) then, while, sure, I noticed it, I honestly didn't care. I think I would trade the accuracy for the passion any day.
I think that middle sentence probably has too many commas in - but I am not sure which ones to leave out. Sigh.
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