I don’t even have a headache

It has been a Vivaldi-ish week. Post Bajazet I enjoyed Andrew Manze & Romanesca playing a passel of chamber works (I find Manze’s playing very good for post-work recuperation – it has a precision that would be of the cold steel variety if he wasn’t also so lively and expressive: it’s warm and cool at the same time) and then today 74 minutes of flautino concertos, which in retrospect seems like one of those manic things one does for what seem like reasons and then afterwards one is both acutely embarrassed and mildly surprised one did not die.