Friday 9 January 2009

got the other job too so now i've to decide which/ it's all rather dreary but the journey back thru soho to purchase ornette coleman's the shape of jazz to come, whiskey and then down pall mall and across st james's park was divine indeed, a pastel pink and crystal blue sky and a rippling, freezing river winking diamonds/ god that sounds horribly literary/ the whole of central london is frozen, below zero at 1200, which is quite something/ listening to alfred cortot play liszt's hungarian rhapsody no. 2, about 20 versions of which've now been uploaded to youtube/ before one could only get live performances, one by maxim and one by lang-lang (which some people hate, though i think their hatred is nothing more than jealousy for his performance of it on radio 3 was virtuosic, to say the least) but now a whole plethora, some by the great masters of the past century, is available/ anyway, vurgen out...

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