i can't find the map! knew i should have printed it out when i saw it.
I told you - "pianolist" provided all these details in a posting to this thread - go look!
the lure is chopin's polonaise-fantasy. of course i want to hear it. it is the pinnacle of chopin's form melding.
Good! It is indeed one of Chopin's finest and most intriguing works (well, it is to me, anyway)...
seriously, ok. i get into heathrow and just ask the cabbie to drive me to THE warehouse.
If you have unlimited amounts of cash, yes, you do that. If you don't (or would rather save them for something else), you look for the signs for the London Underground and take a train from the airport to Piccadilly Circus on the Piccadilly line (this is the only London Underground line that goes from the airport, so you can't go wrong here). When you arrive at Piccadilly Circus station, you get off the train and look for the signs for "Bakerloo line southbound", go find that and then take a Bakerloo line train to Waterloo. All you then have to do is walk to Theed Street from Waterloo station, which is not difficult or very far. I reckon that this will cost you about £5, whereas a cab from the airport to the concert venue will probably set you back at least 8 times that (Thal may correct me on either one or both of these two estimates).
but, wait! this is november. and november 11th in particular. it sounds like a creepy day to pick if you ask me.
OK - so it happens to be Armistice day. It wasn't picked deliberately but, in any case, what's so "creepy" about that?
what if members of al qaeda ARE turning pages.
That was a joke! Can you seriosuly even imagine any al-Qaeda member going within miles of anything to do with a piece of corrupt and decadent western music?!
what if pianolist starts pulling out piano rolls out of his pocket.
Why would he do that?
what if this turns surreal. how will i escape?
The only surreal possibilities here seem to be those that emanate from your imagination - although quite why and/or for what purpose (if any) your imagination seems somehow determined to work this way when confronted with the idea of première of my
Sequentia Claviensis I have not the slightest idea...
i'm bringing my thatching rake for security.
Why? Apart from the immense unlikelihood that you would need any defensive weapon at this concert, what makes you think that thatchers count for anything much here any more?
Sometimes when I read this kind of thing from you I begin to wonder if we should all think of you as "paranoidistimo" rather than "pianistimo"...
Best,
Alistair