Last night I was settling down to Simmon’s book “Twilight in the Desert”; rather dry and boring BTW, when I hear music floating on the night air. It was the local symphony giving a concert in the park. Some Mozart (“A Little Night Music”, how predictable) but it pulled me out of bed and to the park.
There was some beautiful music played. A soprano and alto sang Offenbach's Barcarole from Tales of Hoffman. Heaven on Earth! I’ll be in the country soon; sure I’ll have my CDs and stereo but there’s nothing like live music. I like most music but there's something very special about the great classics; they reflect the genius and better angels of Western Civilization.
I’ll miss that.










