A dream I have had since I discovered the pleasures of music is to possess a time machine. Not a fancy one, just a small device that would allow me to escape modern music-making and drop in to hear what must have been some of the greatest musical experiences of all time. Classical music presents no problems: Off to 18th-century Leipzig on Sunday, of course, to hear J.S. Bach play the organ in church, after an early 19th-century Saturday evening spent in Vienna listening to Beethoven improvising at the pianoforte. During the week it would still be Vienna, but forward 80 years or so to hear Brahms premiere one of his chamber works after afternoon cocktails at the Wittgensteins', with perhaps a trip to England's Three Choirs Festival just before the Great War to hear the first performance of Elgar's <I>Dream of Gerontius</I>. And the time machine would have to have transatlantic range&mdash;I couldn't miss Mahler conducting the New York Philharmonic around the same time. But with jazz and rock&mdash;music that is reborn every time in performance to a greater extent than in classical&mdash;there is a bewildering choice of live events from which to choose.

A dream I have had since I discovered the pleasures of music is to possess a time machine. Not a fancy one, just a small device that would allow me to escape modern music-making and drop in to hear what must have been some of the greatest musical experiences of all time. Classical music presents no problems: Off to 18th-century Leipzig on Sunday, of course, to hear J.S. Bach play the organ in church, after an early 19th-century Saturday evening spent in Vienna listening to Beethoven improvising at the pianoforte. During the week it would still be Vienna, but forward 80 years or so to hear Brahms premiere one of his chamber works after afternoon cocktails at the Wittgensteins', with perhaps a trip to England's Three Choirs Festival just before the Great War to hear the first performance of Elgar's <I>Dream of Gerontius</I>. And the time machine would have to have transatlantic range&mdash;I couldn't miss Mahler conducting the New York Philharmonic around the same time. But with jazz and rock&mdash;music that is reborn every time in performance to a greater extent than in classical&mdash;there is a bewildering choice of live events from which to choose.

A dream I have had since I discovered the pleasures of music is to possess a time machine. Not a fancy one, just a small device that would allow me to escape modern music-making and drop in to hear what must have been some of the greatest musical experiences of all time. Classical music presents no problems: Off to 18th-century Leipzig on Sunday, of course, to hear J.S. Bach play the organ in church, after an early 19th-century Saturday evening spent in Vienna listening to Beethoven improvising at the pianoforte. During the week it would still be Vienna, but forward 80 years or so to hear Brahms premiere one of his chamber works after afternoon cocktails at the Wittgensteins', with perhaps a trip to England's Three Choirs Festival just before the Great War to hear the first performance of Elgar's <I>Dream of Gerontius</I>. And the time machine would have to have transatlantic range&mdash;I couldn't miss Mahler conducting the New York Philharmonic around the same time. But with jazz and rock&mdash;music that is reborn every time in performance to a greater extent than in classical&mdash;there is a bewildering choice of live events from which to choose.

A dream I have had since I discovered the pleasures of music is to possess a time machine. Not a fancy one, just a small device that would allow me to escape modern music-making and drop in to hear what must have been some of the greatest musical experiences of all time. Classical music presents no problems: Off to 18th-century Leipzig on Sunday, of course, to hear J.S. Bach play the organ in church, after an early 19th-century Saturday evening spent in Vienna listening to Beethoven improvising at the pianoforte. During the week it would still be Vienna, but forward 80 years or so to hear Brahms premiere one of his chamber works after afternoon cocktails at the Wittgensteins', with perhaps a trip to England's Three Choirs Festival just before the Great War to hear the first performance of Elgar's <I>Dream of Gerontius</I>. And the time machine would have to have transatlantic range&mdash;I couldn't miss Mahler conducting the New York Philharmonic around the same time. But with jazz and rock&mdash;music that is reborn every time in performance to a greater extent than in classical&mdash;there is a bewildering choice of live events from which to choose.

A dream I have had since I discovered the pleasures of music is to possess a time machine. Not a fancy one, just a small device that would allow me to escape modern music-making and drop in to hear what must have been some of the greatest musical experiences of all time. Classical music presents no problems: Off to 18th-century Leipzig on Sunday, of course, to hear J.S. Bach play the organ in church, after an early 19th-century Saturday evening spent in Vienna listening to Beethoven improvising at the pianoforte. During the week it would still be Vienna, but forward 80 years or so to hear Brahms premiere one of his chamber works after afternoon cocktails at the Wittgensteins', with perhaps a trip to England's Three Choirs Festival just before the Great War to hear the first performance of Elgar's <I>Dream of Gerontius</I>. And the time machine would have to have transatlantic range&mdash;I couldn't miss Mahler conducting the New York Philharmonic around the same time. But with jazz and rock&mdash;music that is reborn every time in performance to a greater extent than in classical&mdash;there is a bewildering choice of live events from which to choose.

A dream I have had since I discovered the pleasures of music is to possess a time machine. Not a fancy one, just a small device that would allow me to escape modern music-making and drop in to hear what must have been some of the greatest musical experiences of all time. Classical music presents no problems: Off to 18th-century Leipzig on Sunday, of course, to hear J.S. Bach play the organ in church, after an early 19th-century Saturday evening spent in Vienna listening to Beethoven improvising at the pianoforte. During the week it would still be Vienna, but forward 80 years or so to hear Brahms premiere one of his chamber works after afternoon cocktails at the Wittgensteins', with perhaps a trip to England's Three Choirs Festival just before the Great War to hear the first performance of Elgar's <I>Dream of Gerontius</I>. And the time machine would have to have transatlantic range&mdash;I couldn't miss Mahler conducting the New York Philharmonic around the same time. But with jazz and rock&mdash;music that is reborn every time in performance to a greater extent than in classical&mdash;there is a bewildering choice of live events from which to choose.

A dream I have had since I discovered the pleasures of music is to possess a time machine. Not a fancy one, just a small device that would allow me to escape modern music-making and drop in to hear what must have been some of the greatest musical experiences of all time. Classical music presents no problems: Off to 18th-century Leipzig on Sunday, of course, to hear J.S. Bach play the organ in church, after an early 19th-century Saturday evening spent in Vienna listening to Beethoven improvising at the pianoforte. During the week it would still be Vienna, but forward 80 years or so to hear Brahms premiere one of his chamber works after afternoon cocktails at the Wittgensteins', with perhaps a trip to England's Three Choirs Festival just before the Great War to hear the first performance of Elgar's <I>Dream of Gerontius</I>. And the time machine would have to have transatlantic range&mdash;I couldn't miss Mahler conducting the New York Philharmonic around the same time. But with jazz and rock&mdash;music that is reborn every time in performance to a greater extent than in classical&mdash;there is a bewildering choice of live events from which to choose.

A dream I have had since I discovered the pleasures of music is to possess a time machine. Not a fancy one, just a small device that would allow me to escape modern music-making and drop in to hear what must have been some of the greatest musical experiences of all time. Classical music presents no problems: Off to 18th-century Leipzig on Sunday, of course, to hear J.S. Bach play the organ in church, after an early 19th-century Saturday evening spent in Vienna listening to Beethoven improvising at the pianoforte. During the week it would still be Vienna, but forward 80 years or so to hear Brahms premiere one of his chamber works after afternoon cocktails at the Wittgensteins', with perhaps a trip to England's Three Choirs Festival just before the Great War to hear the first performance of Elgar's <I>Dream of Gerontius</I>. And the time machine would have to have transatlantic range&mdash;I couldn't miss Mahler conducting the New York Philharmonic around the same time. But with jazz and rock&mdash;music that is reborn every time in performance to a greater extent than in classical&mdash;there is a bewildering choice of live events from which to choose.

A dream I have had since I discovered the pleasures of music is to possess a time machine. Not a fancy one, just a small device that would allow me to escape modern music-making and drop in to hear what must have been some of the greatest musical experiences of all time. Classical music presents no problems: Off to 18th-century Leipzig on Sunday, of course, to hear J.S. Bach play the organ in church, after an early 19th-century Saturday evening spent in Vienna listening to Beethoven improvising at the pianoforte. During the week it would still be Vienna, but forward 80 years or so to hear Brahms premiere one of his chamber works after afternoon cocktails at the Wittgensteins', with perhaps a trip to England's Three Choirs Festival just before the Great War to hear the first performance of Elgar's <I>Dream of Gerontius</I>. And the time machine would have to have transatlantic range&mdash;I couldn't miss Mahler conducting the New York Philharmonic around the same time. But with jazz and rock&mdash;music that is reborn every time in performance to a greater extent than in classical&mdash;there is a bewildering choice of live events from which to choose.