If music be the food of love, play on.

Some friends and I are giving an informal concert tonight. Beethoven, Piazolla, Quilter, Purcell and Brahms. You can't get much more mismatched than that, but sometimes unprogrammed concert programmes work surprisingly well. In any case, as Purcell's song says (which we are performing), if music be the food of love, sing on till I am fill'd with joy. Music and food on a summer evening in France. Sing on.