I’d been invited to see a bit of klezmer in the East End; this wasn’t exactly what I had pictured.  An amazingly talented violinist (I have seen no better) with such effortless command of her instrument - from the slow low elegy to the frantic high-pitched Jewish party - but who still felt compelled to take to the stage wearing nothing but her underwear, in doing so (for me) compromising herself.  Maybe I’m being harsh.