Argerich rushed like the crazy woman she is last night at Carnegie. Which was a good thing, because it made all the dreadfully dull piano 4 hands stuff sound terrifically avant-garde and unusual. Two very slightly out of sync grand pianos in that enormous space (where even a single piano can get somewhat confused in fast passages, as notes spray around the room) is a sonic experience like nothing I've ever experienced. Strange effects that Ligeti might have composed, if he could have figured out a way to orchestrate them.
Now home in VT for the first time in months, and after a lovely dinner and hello with the long absent mother, a nice burst of energy as I plotz out three potentially good new song structures in the space of half an hour.
We just set a havahart trap for a squirrel that has been living upstairs for the last month or so.