We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Ohhh, and a beautiful good morning to you too! For almost all the years of my life I attended service at the Episcopal Church on Sunday mornings--I have not done that now for five years! This beautiful music gives me a way to meditate at my desk!
Thankyouthankyouthankyou, Bird Dog! What a joy it was to hear this recording as we go into another 98 degree day. As apple pie says above, this gives me yet another way to worship here at home.
And let me also recommend another of my favorite classical recordings, which you may or may not have heard: Acis and Galatea by Handel -- a joyous work, both vocal and instrumental, described as "a pastoral" , which gives the same feeling of resolute joyousness that the Haydn piece does.
Things may not be perfect right now, but we can rejoice anyway.
oh, 98 degrees, how balmy! It's 128 outside here, and so dusty that i picked up a hat off the gound the other day and there ws a guy under it. I asked him why he couldn't dig himself out and he said he could but his horse couldn't.
Anyhoo, for another pastoral, this one is to me simply the greatest piece of music anywhere anytime. it answers all sorts of questions for me, among them, why life, why the West, why bother.
That's the first Movement of Beethoven's 6th, the Pastoral. The 65 seconds between 2:25 and 3:30 are what bowled me over one day when i wuz about six yrs old, and this opening up up upward swell, with its surprise and mystery in the key change at 3:18, is for me as transcedant and effable as earthly sound can be made to be.
And then the visuals, the old man, the conductor, bent to his task and working with serious purpose, indeed the whole orchestra, the adults of the children hauled to so many teachers in so many cities and towns by so many music and life loving moms and dads, here gathered together and working hard, physically working hard, at this common task of creating nothing more than some transitory come-and-gone sound waves that do little but uplift the human beings who hear them.
(here are the rest of this same performance, movements II, III & IV)