They shifted the statues for harboring ghosts

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And for New Year's, Eric took me and Anita and Eddy to the Boston Pops with Amanda Palmer. There turned out to be dinner involved. And Bizet and Brecht. And a tippy moocow. And a cover of Lady Gaga (with feminist, post-structuralist critique). And a short film with Bill Nighy. I said hi to Neil Gaiman for an editor I know. I consider it highly unlikely that this will be the template for next year, but I grant it a surprisingly auspicious start.

Happy—and better—2010, all.

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Vladimir Horowitz, "Pictures at an Exhibition: Con mortuis in lingua mortua"

Horowitz and Schnabel were spotted one time on 42nd St, going into a seedy jazz dive (tm). The aficionado who recognised them couldn't resist following. Eventually he worked up the courage to approach their table and murmur "Maestri - I'm so sorry, I do have to ask: what on earth are the two of you doing here?"

"We've come to hear him," they said, nodding at the man on the piano in the corner.

"But - but - but! You are the two finest pianists of the century? Why...?"

"Because he's better than us."

The man on the piano? Was Art Tatum.

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The man on the piano? Was Art Tatum.

Awesome.

Happy New Year!