Charlie and I had a wonderful time today, listening to the Seattle Symphony Orchestra doing Mussorgsky's Night on Bald Mountain and Stravinsky's Firebird. Both of them, highly visual pieces, and both based on Russian fairytales. There was another piece between, neither Russian nor visual, by an Englishman name Ades, or something like that...two syllables, not one. This was a violin concerto in three movements, and not at all what my ear listens for in classical music. Not something I'd ever be... Sign in to see full entry.