Sometimes when I go to a concert I daydream about the performers…if they are handsome and/or cute. Tonight I went to a concert with the pianist Alfred Brendel who is 75 years old, looks very nice and grandfatherly and has been looking like he were 80 for the past 40 years. I was on the very first row in the middle looking at Mr Brendel’s socks. Nice socks…wonderful music…but anyways…I went there with my grandmother who actually started combing her hair in one of the short breaks between two pieces. Conclusion: Daydreaming never stops.