There is a concert on right now. As I was leaving for lunch, just before the concert started, I passed someone familiar-looking in the street. And it was him! I love him. When I was a kid he and I had a long conversation at a Dinner of some kind about mythology and ley-lines and whatnot. Now he's downstairs!
Also, in 1928, Michael Zacharewitsch did a concert in which he performed a free violin interpretation of the story of Nero. Ah, the past, when you could get away with such things.