A Lark Ascending

Jus like that!

Definitely not Central Park!

Not sure why using the internet allows you to maintain self-respect. Surely the only way to do that is to refuse to purchase anything that infringes the copyright laws of wherever you live. I've spend a fortune on legitimate recordings since 1970 (not sure how much of what I spent ended up in the creators' pockets, but...). But I've also made cassettes/CD-Rs of friends' LPs/CDs and of library copies. I've bought Andorran releases and, more recently, downloaded MIA recordings from the likes of Rapidshare. So I have to throw my hands up and admit moral weakness.

Now that there's the internet, there's no need to buy a bootleg. Ever. Simple as that. Altogether different game now. True. But interesting that the moral outrage expressed at 'Andorran' releases frequently comes from those who are happy to discuss bootlegs elsewhere.

It's dead simple. If you live in Euroland, buy them. They are legitimate (if frequently not the best way to release them soundwise). If you live in the USA, don't. In the same way that your moral repugnance towards recordings outside of copyright would never let you buy a bootleg. That way, we can all feel sanctimonious.

British reserve. It's what we do!

It's never too early for a memoir:

From the sea to a sun-baked interior.

Just before this gets out of hand...

Overdressed trumpet player.

Yes...though the foot of it. I first got to know Klimt via the cut-out views on the Kubelik Mahler series.

Special prize for getting the connection with cih's post

Overlong - 700 + pages - took me 5 weeks to get through (10 pages here, ten pages there during a pretty brutal half-term with little room for pleasure reading). But a good tale, interesting setting, nice characters. Now racing through: A send up of heritage industry Britain.

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The connection is in the performers (to help non-Brits).