Sometimes this blog turns into one RIP after another and it seems like we're in one of those times. Today marks the passing of Janos Starker, cranky Hungarian cellist. He's up there with Pablo Cassals and Yo Yo Ma for me when it comes to favorite versions of Bach's Cello Suites, but neither of those guys drank scotch and smoked cigarettes while performing, so in some respects he wins. He also liked to make fun of people who were too dramatic on stage and had no tolerance for their "making love to themselves" as they played, so he wins another point for that. He also looked kind of like an imp, so we'll give him that as well.