Electric is right -- but 110V or 220?

Hot damn, I am one lucky girl. The adorable, Beethoven-haired, Gustavo Dudamel was in SF this week to conduct Rach One and the 1910 version of the Firebird. I could go on for quite a while about this guy....but if I don't get to bed soon, Christ is going to be risen before I am set...heck, Israel has to be a good 7-8 hours ahead of us, no? It may already be too late! Alas, maybe *that's* what my mom was talking about when she said you never want to hear "brother, it's toooo late!"

Anyhow, what I am marveling at for the moment is the intensity of this guy. You know how the Firebird ends? (If you don't, you need to go listen to it RIGHT NOW. Go ahead, I'll wait.) Even Trevor agrees those are some freekin' cool chords they've got going at the end...it's one of those moments when I especially want to declare my undying love for all brass players (why didn't I get a TRUMPET for my 5th birthday??).

But hey, I was there to watch Gus (I have no idea if that's what his friends call him; seems unlikely though...). So there's the end of the Firebird, and as they talked about in his 60 Minutes interview, he asks for blood, he gets blood...and I think I know how -- just watch his hands. It seriously looks like he decided to take on Kashchei himself. Yes, to the mere mortal, that may look like a conductor's baton, but look closer -- that's a samurai sword! Our dude Gus is going to slay Deathless Kashchei with strength surpassing all musicians I have known.

It doesn't seem like that quite gets across what was so incredible about this particular moment. Maybe a picture will help.
Yeah, that's better. G'night.