Look. You want evil? Groupthink is evil. Mediocrity is evil. Hopelessness is evil. Decision by committee is evil. Glittery kitten sweaters are evil. Loveless marriage is evil. McDonald's marketing is evil. Spiritual homogeny is evil. Family sitcoms. Microsoft Windows. Disney cruises. Food poisoning. Yeast infections. Cruelty.

As for the rest, these warmongers and power sluts, well, theirs is merely an evil bred of ignorance and gurgling ego and impotent weeping in the night. Theirs is an evil so lukewarm and spongy it makes you recoil and shudder as if you accidentally touched a raw calf's tongue at the Japanese market. Hell, I can find better, more gut-wrenching evil in the Wal-Mart music aisle under "Simpson, Ashlee." The others, they're just the same ol' boring noisemakers howling into the Void.

Langroise Trio
Geoff, Dave and Sam














Here is what we did on Friday night. These guys were spellbinding.

It was quite an evening. We almost began the concert three times, only to be inturrupted by another group of people coming into the room. We were sold out, and people just kept on coming. Twice, after starting the introducion, I had to carry in extra chairs and help people find all the empty seats in the room. At last, about 15 minutes after the scheduled start, we were ready. Geoff, Dave and Sam were great about the whole ordeal, and just started talking to the audience until everyone sort of settled down.

They played wonderfully, and the crowd rewarded them with warm applause. At the break Geoff said this is one of the most amazing places I have ever played. Sam asked if they could come back. By the middle of the intermission they had sold all the CDs they had brought along.

During the second half they were intrurrupted once by the train whistle just on the downbeat when they were about to start a piece, and again during the middle of a piece when the diswasher came in the backdoor and began to dig ice out of the machine in the back of the room. These guys just sort of ground to a halt and waited. As the diswasher left, with his two buckets full, the door was slammed shut, locked at his back, and after a thunderous applause, we were off to the races again.

I didn't think I would ever see a classical combo do an encore, but they were ready again.

It was a wonderful evening.