Having frittered away much of Good Friday listening to Dylan MP3s, I spent much of the late evening in the agreeable company of Moistworks, a new, yet not new, MP3 blog. In between, I heard Gidon Kremer play the Shostakovich First Violin Concerto, with the Baltimore Symphony at Carnegie. No words adequate to the experience immediately come to mind. A line of Yeats, maybe: "Now days are dragon-ridden, the nightmare rides upon sleep."
