I can't believe it. My car got broken into, and had its radio stolen. How can so much shit happen to me? It was parked on a pretty good street, right infront of the lit entrance of a large apartment complex.

Jeez.

Had a great weekend.

On Friday night, Amy and I went up to Baltimore to watch the Peabody conservatory perform. It was supposed to be this hauty-tauty event with a reception with HOR-dervs and wine and stuff (since the Peabody Conservatory is a sister school in the JHU system), but Amy and I dispensed with all formality, and showed up just for the concert. In reality, though, this was more out of feet-dragging and being late (much in both of our characters), and barely got there in time for the concert after having completely missed the receiption. The concert was good. They played this modern Chinese piece, an italian violin-bass double-concerto, and Holst's The Planets. The chinese piece was really good. It wasn't completely atonal - it sounded very Russian (Stravinsky, Amy said), with bits of Copland and other stuff - I'm a bit out of the loop these days with Classical music, so it's hard for me to say. In any case it was nice to see some represntation of music out of the mainstream that isn't at the same time complete crap. Complete crap, however, was the violin-bass double-concerto. Although the piece itself wasn't the greatest, I was mostly disappointed with the violinist. I forget his name, but he was a staff violinist, former Galamian student with an impressive resume. The problem was that he didn't seem to give a rat's ass about playing the concert. At times it seemed like he was struggling to sight-read the music, played with zero enthusiasm, and then every now and then put in some trite cliche-ish pseudo-flair that the audience ate up, and which made me puke. It seemed insulting to his partner bassist (who played excellently), to the audience, but most of all, to the student orchestra. Pity. Most enjoyable, though, was the Holst. It was very well played, very clean, and demonstrated the high caliber of the Orchestra.

After the concert, Amy and I, having missed the HOR-dervs, were famished, so we went down to the bar district of Balitmore, Fell's Point, found a really small but yummy sushi bar, and chowed down.

Saturday we spent most of the day moving [to be continued...]