It's been a while since I've been to a classical concert, but boy was it worth it. Tonight I saw Alfred Brendel and his son performing some Beethoven Cello pieces, none of which I knew, nor can I remember their names. It mattered not because seeing someone of Brendel's caliber playing is a joy. As with anyone who is a master of something, there is always an economy in what they do. No stress, no strain. The ease with which he plays; it's effortless. He barely seemed to move his hands across the keyboard. His son is no less accomplished, but I'm personally more intrigued by great pianists. Possibly because I'm so awful on the piano. It's a grim fascination, knowing you'll never ne that good.

The venue was also pretty amazing. Small, but great acoustics. Up in the gods we sat, upon wooden bench seats, torsos mingling with the legs of those in the row behind, people in front leaning on ours. Not comfy, but for one of the worlds greatest pianists for £10 it's churlish to complain.

Next week I'm off to see Sean & Kath, two of the founding members of Equation. Sean is horribly talented (as is the whole family - his other two brothers play with Cara Dillon), and Kath's voice is just meltingly beautiful. Really. She sends shivers down my spine when she sings. Go see them if you get a chance, either solo or as the group.