I'm a little disappointed by the absence of anything I really really want to be at. No Biber! No Rachmaninoff piano! No obscure Latin-American baroque!
And yes, Beethoven's 9th is the acme of the Western Romantic tradition, but do we need it twice? when there's several performances per year in London anyway? What is wrong with symphonies 1-6, eh?)
I do, however, look forward to many peaceful evenings on the verandah with my digital radio.
When I was rushing to Ping Pong the other night I saw a middle-aged gentleman, in full concert fig, busking on a cello. He was in the pedestrian area under the railway, and I did wonder if he'd escaped from an orchestra at the QEH. Then I wondered if he was attempting to duplicate Mr Bell's experiment, and if I could wrong-foot him by sinking down on the dirty pavement and Listening.
Then I got a bit closer and realised that he was horribly out of tune.
Can't help wondering if any of his income from that session was donated by commuters who felt vaguely guilty and inadequate about their Inner Philistine ...