I went to hear Diamanda Galàs last night - a jolly evening of songs about Eastern European genocides in a variety of languages.  I can't think of another performer who combines technique and intensity in quite such quantities: the guy sitting beside me had both hands over his mouth at one point, and we were only listening to someone singing at the piano.  At the end I wandered out into the street in a daze - I haven't been so astounded by a performance since I heard John Zorn's Masada a few years ago at the Edinburgh Fringe.

I've spent today preparing for this week's concert, and looking at the contact sheets of our photo session from a fortnight ago.  Some useful shots I think.