The Nightbook
Looking out at the teeming rain, and listening to my chesty cough, Lorraine and I decided that maybe another day's labouring wasn't the best idea. Had a chilled out day instead, scarfing a lovely roast at the Sussex Yeoman. Lorraine did not complete her move as planned at the end of last week, and is now hoping to complete the deal on Monday, and move the following week, which gives us some time. Lorraine's move has been hideously protracted.
In the evening off to see Ludovico Einaudi at The Dome, tickets for which Sam and Beth had brought Lorraine and sealed in a envelope. When unsealed, it contained money for a pre-show drink too. So we sloped off to get a gin and tonic in The Basketmakers. There are many advantages to being Lorraine's arm candy, such as getting in for free to see this Einaudi. The concert notes: "The music of composer/pianist Ludovico Einaudi has been described as minimalist, classical, ambient, contemporary and deeply touching, the welcome sound of stillness in a hectic world".
I'd never heard any till today, and the music from his new The Nightbook album was beautifully played by him and his band. Lorraine uses it to drift to sleep to at night, and some of it was soporific but in a good way. I really liked the music. But found the whole encore thing rather tiresome. They ended with at least a third of their set to go, and went through the charade of leaving two more times after that. When the encores are so choreographed it just makes me feel manipulated. They received standing ovations each time though, so maybe it is just me.
Home and a long chat with Toby afore bedtime. Although this winter is still mild by Canadian standards, Toby longing for it to be over.
Galling football related text from Anton, as Manchester Utd won the League Cup.
Below Ludovico and his mates. I like the noise and pixellation in this shot.
Looking out at the teeming rain, and listening to my chesty cough, Lorraine and I decided that maybe another day's labouring wasn't the best idea. Had a chilled out day instead, scarfing a lovely roast at the Sussex Yeoman. Lorraine did not complete her move as planned at the end of last week, and is now hoping to complete the deal on Monday, and move the following week, which gives us some time. Lorraine's move has been hideously protracted.
In the evening off to see Ludovico Einaudi at The Dome, tickets for which Sam and Beth had brought Lorraine and sealed in a envelope. When unsealed, it contained money for a pre-show drink too. So we sloped off to get a gin and tonic in The Basketmakers. There are many advantages to being Lorraine's arm candy, such as getting in for free to see this Einaudi. The concert notes: "The music of composer/pianist Ludovico Einaudi has been described as minimalist, classical, ambient, contemporary and deeply touching, the welcome sound of stillness in a hectic world".
I'd never heard any till today, and the music from his new The Nightbook album was beautifully played by him and his band. Lorraine uses it to drift to sleep to at night, and some of it was soporific but in a good way. I really liked the music. But found the whole encore thing rather tiresome. They ended with at least a third of their set to go, and went through the charade of leaving two more times after that. When the encores are so choreographed it just makes me feel manipulated. They received standing ovations each time though, so maybe it is just me.
Home and a long chat with Toby afore bedtime. Although this winter is still mild by Canadian standards, Toby longing for it to be over.
Galling football related text from Anton, as Manchester Utd won the League Cup.
Below Ludovico and his mates. I like the noise and pixellation in this shot.
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