Tuesday, January 29, 2008


My weekend was supposed to be spent poaching in the sulfurous waters of Wilbur Hot Springs, but after driving through torrential rains Friday afternoon, we reached the five-mile gravel road leading to the springs and were turned back by the police, who told us we were unlikely to make it safely to the end of the road. We spent the night in Williams, talked with Wilbur on Saturday morning, and drove back to Oakland.

I was determined to make it to either the San Francisco Symphony, which was playing Messiaen's L'Asencion (and Mahler's First), or to Christopher Taylor's concert, on which he was playing Vingt regards sur l'enfant-Jesus. I attended neither, alas.

Patrick Vaz has written the best possible review of Taylor, though; take a look.


pjwv said...

Thanks for the kind words!

Very sorry to hear you ended up without either hot springs or Messiaen. I was actually thinking of you on Sunday, but it didn't occur to me the roads would be washed out. I thought you were off rejuvenating.

Lisa Hirsch said...

Thank you for the sympathies. I can't believe I didn't drag my sorry ass to Hertz Hall, really. Who knows when I'll next have a chance to hear that piece?