Back to the Dorking Halls Sunday past for the second of their three concerts there. Mozart No.6, K.159, Beethoven Op.18.5 and, after the interval, Dvořák No.10, Op.51.
Don't know why, but when the Mozart started it was as if I was hearing it from some great distance, as if I was detached from the performance. Just noise rather than music. Happily things improved by the middle of the middle movement (of three). The Beethoven went reasonably well, although nothing like as well as its cousin 18.4 on the previous occasion. Took a glass of Dorking Hall white wine in the interval (nothing like as good as that to be had from the Ram at Kingston, see 24th February) after which the Dvořák went much better.
On reflection, I think the problem on both this and the previous occasion was Sunday lunch. No roast and no booze, but a substantial meal none the less, the effect of which on me these days seems to be that the life giving blood supply is diverted away from the music part of the brain to service the alimentary canal, or to put it in the vulgate, one is inclined to feel a touch sleepy for an hour or so afterwards. So no more big meals before concerts.
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