His birthday crept up on me. I wasn’t even aware of it until an hour ago. Not that you can really call it a birthday, I suppose, when he’s been dead for thirty years. Somewhere in the house I have the photo that I took, a couple of decades ago, of the plaque marking his last resting place in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, Toronto. But it would have been morbid to post it here in any case. And the cutting of the Times piece I wrote on Gould, using interviews with Otto Friedrich and Andrew Kazdin — published back in the pre-Internet age — has disappeared too.
Of all the clips I’ve been browsing, this one by Bruno Monsaingeon — who directed the video of the of the 1982 Goldberg — is the one that somehow made the biggest impression. Those brief out-takes are tantalising.