Sorry, I haven’t been blogging. Even those of us who like the limelight tire of public life occasionally, and fall into a none-of-your-business mood. I’m trying to organize my fall tour of Europe, and all I can think of is one of Groucho’s famous lines from Night at the Opera: “I figure if he doesn’t sing too often he can break even.” That’s exactly the way it looks: how many lectures and concerts can I afford to give? Not as many as I’d planned, certainly, and every one seems to add a few hundred Euros to my expenses, with the dollars piling up at an alarmingly more rapid rate. Who knew Europeans were as broke as we are? I hope to redo my PostClassic Radio playlist soon, which, with the imminent demise of internet radio, I’ve been neglecting. Other than that, the next fly I drop in everyone’s ointment may be a European one, which may make me seem… almost respectable.
UPDATE: I would like to note, though, that today you’ll see 735 given as the number of entries on my blog to date. The number seems insignificant – but 730.5 days is two years, and on August 29 (anniversary of Cage’s 4’33” premiere, and of Katrina’s attack on New Orleans) I will have been at this blog for four years. When I first started out, I doubted my ability or inclination to post frequently, but decided that if I managed to post every other day on the average, that I would count that as a respectable blog presence. I’m now enough ahead of my goal to take a couple of weeks off.