Andrew Porter

I picked up a copy of the New Yorker for a long train ride to NYC recently.
Haven't read it in a long time. Boy I miss Andrew Porter.

Musical Broccoli

I have been forcing myself to listen to the Shostakovich string quartets but only because I'm told I'm supposed to like them if I have any kind of musical taste.
Sort of the opposite of Puccini - you love it but you feel guilty afterwards.
Anyway, I give up. I'll get some of my ever shortening life back. But not the money for the CD's. Thank God I have more money than years left.