I guess one of the themes of this blog--and our new book--is the universality of Beethoven, and his ubiquity in our culture. Example: Listened tonight to WBGH airing the Missa Solemnis live from Boston. Then, in contrast, watched via Netflix the recent Stephen Soderbergh doc on Spalding Gray (who once shot a scene for an HBO film in our house upstate). And, lo and behold, one of the best scenes: a brief segment with Spalding's infant daughter whirling and dancing to nothing less than the Piano Concerto No. 4, with dad on couch grinning. So here's a splendid version from Helene Grimaud, the hallowed opening never played more lovingly.