...walk up to a bar.
The perfect piano would be too delicate to touch.
New cellos are no good. The perfect cello must be aged for years in cask of pure silence, until all its high-strung bitterness had turned to mellow grief.
There's really nothing like discovering a new piece of great music, is there? This week's find for me  was Beethoven's Triple Concerto for Violin, Cello and Piano in C, Op. 56. It's an incredible piece of music, combining energy and song as only Beethoven can, and to hear a version of it performed by the Berlin Philharmonic under the baton of Karajan with soloists Oistrakh, Rostropovich and Richter is an experience so exhilarating it ought to be illegal without a prescription.
You can find a version of the piece (with the same soloists, but a different orchestra) on YouTube: here, here, here and here.
 Strauss's Symphonia domestica, which I heard performed by the Philadelphia Orchestra conducted by Andre Previn yesterday, comes in a close second.