Listening to Gould's Radio Documentaries and remembering him in my own special way. Went into an empty Anglican church where an old, old Cramer piano (not unlike that Chickering) stood in a corner. Played some Bach and Gibbons. I wonder if more people will visit Mount Pleasant Cemetary today or in a couple of weeks time - it was so, so empty and quiet when I was there a long time ago. Very cold, stark, solitary - I think he might have approved, actually. Today a woman who read my blog about the orangutans said she bought Gould's CDs in a fit of inspiration.