in Burlingame, on Sunday

athenais and I attended a chamber music concert I was reviewing. Then we sat around in a diner and talked about Rome. You won't get a good chiliburger in Rome. The gelato, however ...

Meanwhile, Jon Carroll talks about restaurant background music. He writes:

The idea of music as background is, all by itself, kind of odd. Someone labors on a lovely duet for cello and piano for six months, and then it is played almost exclusively when people are putting fish in their mouths. It's like, the composer could have at least doubled his output if he'd known about the fish.

Actually, he did know about the fish and he did double his output. How do you think Mozart wrote so much? Any work of his to which the word "Serenade" is attached - and that includes the exquisite Eine kleine Nachtmusik - was written in the full knowledge that it would be played to audiences studiously ignoring it while they ate dinner or were otherwise occupied.