T'is the most tender of magical moments that I am happy to witness, why I doth not know. And sometimes who too, as I mistook Elton Dean for Tony Levin at the Jazz Cafe. But smiles or not, I cannot write the whole experience of listening to Tippett, the man of classical hugs, with both his line ups. But tomorrow, I will get my daughterthing to read me my notes about her uncle Keith and company. Nothing more now, except to say that there is nothing more impressive than listening to the cream i