Opera Chic's favorite XBox360-playing maestrino, Robin Ticciati, just conducted Henze, Brahms, Mahler, and temporarily lost his baton:
The oddest moment was when Ticciati came out to conduct the Mahler, excused himself and rushed backstage, leaving Kozená standing like a lemon on the platform. He had forgotten his baton. What would Freud have made of that?
