It's been ages since I've written - busy with work and all that. Apologies if for some insane reason you drop in on my occasional ranting. Hope you've enjoyed the peace and quiet.
Went to see Jan Garbarek at the Royal Festival Hall.
I know nothing about jazz. Very little. Some Ella, some Miles Davis. I know enough to dislike Jamie Cullum, but not enough to occasionally not find Diana Krall charming. So it's no surprise that I had no idea who Jan Garbarek is.He's a quite internationally famous Norwegian jazz saxophonist (if not THE most famous Norwegian jazz saxophonist. I don't kow). He's touring in a quartet that includes a rather manic (and frightfully dressed) female percussionist who filled practically every minute with the tinkering of little bells or enormous drums.
Tim, who introduces me to new and better things, found it slightly tedious -especially the extended solo slots. He's allowed. He knows better - I don't. I grinned stupidly as I do when listening to live music and wondering how they play 'all of those notes' and enjoyed myself. The wine may have helped. And getting to spend time with one of my favourite people (Tim, not Jan).
In a couples of weeks, Akram Khan and the Raphael exhibition at the National Gallery.
See, I can do high brow too.
Otherwise:
Reading: The Line of Beauty, Alan Hollinghurst (the 2004 Man Booker prize winner)
Watching: Spooks (Rupert Penry-Jones. Sigh)
Listening: Rufus Wainwright, Want Two
