Long Talk (almost two hours) with Phil Tonight,

Him saying, of prime importance, that there is, somewhere out there, a recording of Dame Nellie singing Cherubino, the very music which she was supposed to've lacked the Spiritual Refinement to sing.  Damn, I'm going to look for it.

Then we diverged into a long, excited dialog about the peculiarities of English music and architecture, from "Sumer is a-cumin in," through Perpendicular Gothic to "If love's a sweet Passion," noting the resonance with Frescobaldi, and the dissonance with Palestrina, attributing much to the rhythms of the English language itself.

Then we spoke of silly, senseless, psychotic, Abrahamic religions Vs. our own rational Dharmic religion; with wondering dispraise and disdain of Shaivism and secret/sexual tantrism, asking ourselves ¿why Kundalini Yoga is not accepted as the one, true, universal yoga? and ¿why ever Vivekananda (whom we, both, love and read the Yogas of) would have become a devotee of the goddess Kali?  Is it that we do not understand?  Or that we do not want to understand?

Truly I am fortunate to have such a friend as Phil.