A lunch-time conversation:
The Laird said, “we can’t do that tonight; we have dance class.”
I reply, “oh, that reminds me, I sent Kay a text out of the blue. A waltz. By Stos… something. Stosanovich?”
The Laird, “you mean Shostakovitch?”
“Yeah, him. Waltz Number Two. The concert version by Haus, ‘haaws’ the German, not ‘house’. He looks like one of the Two Cello guys.”
“It’s Hauser and he is one of the Two Cello guys.”
I wasn’t looking, but I’d bet there was an eye-roll.
I guess it wasn’t news to The Laird. In any case, it would be very fun to waltz to. Here it is for everyone else:
Marked Up 