Just got back from the concert and, a few quibbles aside, it was fan-fucking-tastic. I swear, the stamina that man has...hell, I don't think he stopped for so much as a sip of water for the first hour. And the man is how old? But his playing is tighter than ever. Even after two hours he didn't look the least bit tired or winded. Hell, he wasn't even sweating! (And with those video feeds and jumbo movie screens, you could see every detail - from facial expressions to each musician's fingering - perfectly. Not that the view was all that shabby from 19th row, center stage.) I'm so glad I decided to get tickets.
I'd write more, but for now I must sleep.
(Vanessa - I started an email to you and will finish it tomorrow. Promise.)