I’ve had a rough week. There was good news yesterday, but it was instantly down played by larger drama.

Art has a way of bringing me “back” when things get muddled. When I’m nervous, I blast the fourth movement of Tchaikovsky’s fifth. When I want to relax I put on something soft, and when I want to dream anything by Rachmaninoff will do.

I planned to devote Thursday night to a show in hopes of salvaging an otherwise dismal week. I had too many options: Bach playing at the Phil, something-or-other at Carnegie Hall, and a free concert at the library.

I gave up after an evening at the library and returned home. If not for the New York City Opera’s broadcast of “Madame Butterfly” I would have spent the whole evening whimpering that I wasn’t hearing Joshua Bell and the MSO.

By the way, did any Mobilians that read this blog attend? I’m dying to know what happened!