I went out with Amabelle last night to see Rostropovich play Dvorak's Cello Concerto (with the San Francisco Symphony). He turned 75 last year, and is definitely showing signs of age, but it was great to finally see him live. I splurged on tickets and ended up sitting in the fourth row, center, which was fantastic; usually, I'm sitting up in the nose-bleed seats to save money. Even though he missed a lot of notes and played out of tune, a lifetime of musical experience shone through.
After he finished playing his encore (the Sarabande from the d minor Bach Suite), he proceeded to kiss about ten orchestra members -- each three times. It was very cute. :)
Strange abandoned car in an empty lot (near Davies)