In the evening I attended the Koussevitzky concert, partly to hear the music and partly to see him, since on his last visit he had asked me to remind him about my Second Piano Concerto the next time he would be in the city, that is to say now. This was not a very enjoyable task, and in addition Koussevitzky was conducting himself this evening., so he was too busy for me to speak to him. Glazunov's Seventh Symphony is a piece I know well. It is not bad, but still-born. Scenes from Petrushka cheered me up and reminded me of Paris. Risler gave a wonderful performance of Liszt's A major Concerto, compared to which Shklyarevskaya's performance was a belch after  eating rotten meat*. Koussevitzky conducted with a calm authority that I could only envy. Liszt's Préludes, written for a modest orchestra, simply do not sound opulent enough.