My personal concert series
The last three evenings, I’ve been studying. Famous musicians. Thanks to Netflix, and the big screen and sound combo of an iPad Mini and my Bose headphones, my concert choices have been exceptionally good.
Let’s see: 20 Feet From Stardom, Beware Of Mr. Baker and Neil Young Journeys. All excellent, with focus that made me say “Really?!” The playlist from this point on looks sparse; I may have to change direction and watch outdated blockbusters, but the start of my musical holiday is two thumbs up.
Day Two of Tripping With Zurich. In which we headed across the bridge to check out yet another house store. The owner might want to rethink the wisdom of handing the place over to the painters; I found that the Boss didn’t get much in the way of positive anything from the gang standing around outside (awaiting the return, or watching the paint dry?)
On the bridge, too many police cars, a television crew and an ambulance threading the way down to under the arch gave away clues about something wrong. In this case (according to a tweet I received), a floater.
Out to campus to pick up “the student”, the dog and I went for a wander in Main. The shell has been refilled; nothing inside to recall former glory. Not even the room numbers; reset to include the basement. I know we can’t keep old buildings in the new context of the university and all, but I miss the past. Soon, the only familiar landmark on campus will be… well, there won’t be one…
