Music and memory

M left his collection of cassette tapes here, taking only his CDs. Today and tonight I have been playing some of them, and some of my own: there are quite a few!

Guess listening to the erhu on a winter night has brought this on. Naturally The “Butterfly Lovers” Violin Concerto is among the ones I have played; I love it. There are “oddities” too, like Beethoven’s Ninth performed by the Shanghai Symphony in Mandarin.

And I have been reading the most wonderful book. But I will tell you about that later.

Lord Malcolm has been in hospital again, but is out now. And I caught up with PK today, whose yachting adventures have been interesting to say the least. Without knowing the connection to M, he ended up spending a considerable period in Laurieton, where M is right now. We took a walk over to M’s Sydney address and watered the plants, a duty of mine while M is away.