After a couple of days of immoderate indulging in pop & rock*, I finally came to my musical senses and opened a Grooveshark playlist with Mozart's piano sonatas. I chose 'play all' and... the first movement of the first sonata was, by some quirky fluke**, The Promise sung, not at all on the piano, by a bunch of contemporary cuties with movements even better than those by Wolfgang Amadeus himself.
P.S. The other day, when browsing through discounted books at a local W.H. Smiths (they really need to stop this irresponsible behaviour: selling good books for next to nothing... how much more room do they think there is left in my place??) I saw a cute picture: two volumes sitting side by side on a shelf: Girls Aloud: Dreams That Glitter rubbing shoulders with London Cemeteries: An illustrated Guide and Gazetteer. I bought one.
*I need to get a grip on this problem, I'm too old for pop, or even rock. not only do I need to concentrate, so close to death, exclusively on sophisticated stuff, but on highly sophisticated stuff.
**or lack of servants. I have to set my playlists myself, just like everything else, so it's no wonder - well, it is: all is - I get things wrong.
