The Friday Informer: How Many Tissues Left in the Box?

I’ve been down with the flu this week and feel like I’ve already been doing this, so I will be brief with you.

Those of you not crashed out on your sofa might have missed Mr. Ross on Charlie Rose. He picked up some tips before he hit the sound stage; the post-game wrap-up is here. It’s good he brought the nation some musical knowledge this week; I had no idea how badly they needed it.

Oh, for the last time, it IS NOT dying. They use sexy classical conductors to sell hot dogs in LA for goodness sakes. And in Seattle, the classical drama is selling tabloids faster than Angie’s babies. I just hope they don’t start beating up the classical journalists—that kind of fame we just don’t need, people.

Watch your step: The cats are getting entirely too meta in new music land.

Meanwhile, I’m going to try and get this guy a conference call with Steve Reich. Then I’ll be out in the garden reading a new book.