This song is a favorite in the organ and string orchestra repertoires, and has been for many years.

It is a favorite for orchestras and soloists with orchestras.

Not that any of that really matters to me.

Because it doesn't.

But, just for information.

It is an exquisite piece of string writing which plays very well on pipes, so far as I am concerned, and that certainly is plenty good enough for me, no matter what other things are happening around that.

I am reminded of what they did to Pachelbel's Canon in D major, which is now relentlessly hacked to death at every wedding you will ever be unfortunate to have to go to.

That along with Jeremiah Clark's famous trumpet piece, which will be slaughtered so badly that one can only wonder how long before the two people will be seeking an annulment (remember, you only have six months!  after that you must seek a divorce, instead;  and oh boy are you just going to love that).

Anyway, didn't mean go all sour on you all, but I fear that this could all too easily happen to this song to, if it hasn't already, and I just happened to be fortunate enough to miss it.

It becomes a frightening experience to even attempt to interpret some of these songs because of these things.

I remember reading a recording artist who was complaining that because all of the classic music musicians were listening to the same  recordings in order to learn how a song is supposed to sound that the music was becoming more and more homogenous.

And that in a real bad way.

I had to agree then, and agree all the more now.

There is nothing like hearing a masterpiece of composition played by masters of the various instruments.

But, for every one of those, there must be millions of things which simply are an abomination to my ears.

And then these things are passed off as being real high quality stuff.

Like made in China, by U.S. coprorations (= 75% of the "chinese" goods).

hmmmm ---

Don't YOU ever wonder just how long such a thing can continue before it forcefully and exceedingly violently implodes in upon itself?

It seems all too self-evident to me.

But, that's just me.

It's been fun.

Gotta go, again.

6:54 p.m.


Ventura, California, USA