Up 7-ish, but groggy; it's bronchitis. Accompanied Bree to her GP; reassuring, nothing dramatic. Decided to have a pleasant, non-working afternoon together; went to Bryant Park to hear a lunchtime jazz pianist, Yuki Aikawa. Mainly standards, "My Romance," "The Very Thought of You," nice but not much of a left hand, but she played a really striking piece she announced as "20th Century Rag" by Roland Hanna, whose name only rings the faintest bell but seems v. worthy of exploration. Back to Elmhurst: I wanted more hot soup. Uncle Zhao's seems to have closed. Fortunately, Happy Stony Noodle, a Taiwanese place I remembered from a Queens Food blog was nearby. A kind of seafood combo w/ spicy broth, + some cold straw mushrooms and garlicky bok choy. Best idea I've had in weeks. Came home and dealt w/ booking matters: it looks like: Mon 10/26, Des Moines; Tue 10/27, Chicago w/ Tim and Andy from Silkworm; Wed 10/28, Milwaukee, and then the talk and show in Rockford. Since I also have NYC shows on either side of this, it will be the most playing I've done in one week in months, if not a couple years. Bought tickets for us, Jenny, and Brian for Stevie Wonder at MSG. Went out to E77 and ran into Macgregor Card, with a new partner, for the first time in months.
Read (starting last night), about 1/2 of Music for Silenced Voices, Wendy Lesser's 2011 book on the DS quartets. Its frankly biographical criticism, aware of its limits, impressionistic on "the music itself" but not silly. The prose is admirably clean. There's a passage in the introduction that gave me some insight into why people are suspicious of the Law of Contradiction: they think that formal logic is claiming that it should be impossible, say, to "be delighted by certain aspects of 'program music' and filled with disgust at others." It isn't, obviously; that has nothing to do with the claim that a -proposition- and its negation are rationally incompatible. (Of course, another thing that people don't care for is that -anything- might be rationally binding.) Oh well, you don't believe me either. Finally listened to DSSQ11 (which is a ways ahead in the book) with full attention: Unleavened, wand-breaking. A strange form - six short movements, some under two minutes, 2nd + 3rd are downright ugly. The brilliant compositional technique disappears, or is put to bizarre purposes - the violent bow-stroke glisses might be the least "musical" sound I've ever heard in "classical music."
To the ridiculous: Watched some of Mr. Lucifer, a 1962 teleplay with Fred Astaire as Satan and Elizabeth Montgomery as Hecate, written by SF novelist Alfred Bester.
No writing, poetry.