Passion makes the world go round. Love just makes it a safer place.

I'll do a short review of the Nigel Kennedy concert. It won't be that great, but you're going to have to deal with it. It won't be so much of a review as so much as a long-winded recount of my day there.

The Nigel Kennedy Concert which I attented on the night of the 6th December was a masterpiece of theatrical and musical brilliance.

Nigel Kennedy is not a musician; no, he is a performer, an artist. Sporting an unshaven chin and dressed in clothes that would embarass a lesser musician, he is ebullient, unconventional and even rowdy at times. But through all this, he is able to display his mastery of the violin and his deep understanding of Vivaldian music.

The first half of the concert was composed (excuse the pun) of Concertos for Violins & Cello (Vivaldi). Inbetween all the pieces, he took time to converse jovially with the audience and even facillitated a domestic dispute. Witty, sharp and bitingly sharp at times (he remarked several times about the ugliness of Vivaldi and other major composers), he did not disappoint when it came to the music.

The second half of the concert showcased the centrepiece of the concert, which of course was Vivaldi's Four Seasons. This was played with impeccable skill and master ability. Hearing Vivaldi on CD is one thing, but hearing it played by a musician of such talent and such ability is completely another. His command of the violin really shined through in this half. The notes rang pure and clear through the concert hall and accompaniment of the Sydney Symphony Orchestra made for a breathtaking performance.

Credit must be extended to both Michael Dauth and Catherine Hewgill, for their addition through the violin and cello, respectively.

The Sydney Symphony Orchestra should also be mentioned for contribution on the night.

In conclusion, the amazing ability of Michael Kennedy and his wonderful ability of showmanship truly made for a once in a lifetime experience.

And yes, I will thank your expletive-free (relatively) speech on the night.

There. Done. That's not really a review as so much as me fawning over Nigel Kennedy. But what are you going to do. I have a strong suspicion that I'm going to find out, though.

Had a goodish day today, that damn bastard. Shut up and leave me alone. I've had enough pop psychology pumped into me for over 35 and a bit years. Go away.

Things are rushing to conclusions, I'm not really prepared for them. Eep. I better do something about that.

Sometimes it's holding on that makes one strong; sometimes it's letting go.

A troubled mind.