After listening to too much Bach:
Mozart never seems to have anything to say
Beethoven exaggerates how much he feels
Currently reading Jeanne de Salzmann's newly published book.
We saw a matinée of The American this weekend, which I loved.
I'm working with qigong in the mornings before work.
Night Song by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan and Michael Brook reminds me of the flower farm in Maine.