It hasn't been. Nor has Intolleranza 1960, and we're still waiting to hear Al gran sole carico d'amore south of the border!

And how long until Das Mädchen mit den Schwefelhölzern gets a production in this country (it's been done all over Europe and in Japan, in more than one production)?

toenote: which would be called The Little Match-Girl if ENO did it

I was lucky enough to see it (staged!) at the Edinburgh Festival (in 2005, I think) and it was fantastic. A real event. Apparently it had been performed in Scotland before, too (probably the first production).

Can't wait for Prometeo - been waiting at least 15 years to catch that live!

Anyone there last night?

I was in a somewhat distracted frame of mind, I fear, and only the beautiful Variazioni canoniche really communicated with me. Others I spoke to seemed to have enjoyed No hay caminos, but it felt very disjointed, and I got fed up of that chord (aarghhh!)*. Entirely my fault, I'm sure.

The Schoenberg Chamber Symphony I thought came off rather well, emotionally, although I doubt the aleatoric scramble with which it ended is notated quite that way in the score (), and if that man really had to cough so loudly at the end of Incontri he really ought to have done so at the beginning too!

I thought the little Berio piece (autre fois?) played as a tribute to Sebastian Bell at the start of the concert was lovely and very touching.

A less irascible response than mine (on this occasion only, I must emphasise!) to those repeated notes was Takemitsu's. After the premiere he apparently commented: 'Oh! there are so many G's. Is it because of Gigi?'

Gigi was Nono's nickname, but as usual Takemitsu's ability to construct a terrible pun with blithe disregard for the boundaries between languages is mindbending.

Ooo! That must have been a bit gruesome .. 

Could you be tempted into any further elaboration, either on the socks or the playing, Mr S?

Too bloody far north to go 

Ditto John Harle, including the other day. They only became visible when he did that 'raising shoulders and going a bit on tippytoes' thing that sax and clarinet players seem to do when the register starts to get a bit vertiginous... a bit like a sunset in reverse.