07 August 2009

A Sometimes Classical Pussy


I don't claim to be an expert by any means in classical music or cooking. I created a mean lobster bisque on the first try, and I listen to music with an open mind. But I call it like I hear it. Rock n' Roll, don't you ever get bored? Rocking was never my 'first choice.' Guess that makes me a pussy. Music is about matching a mood but my mood is rarely a bouncy, aggressive, revving of chrome plated rock engine cock. Industrial, noise, groove, lounge, jazz, atonal, electronic, ambient. Something interesting happening here... More specific. Give me more.

Classical? When you listen to enough classical, and I'll ingest the modern as well as the old stuff, a part of you begins to think, "Am I the only one that knows what music is?" Is it possible that 3 minutes doesn't have just have 3 repeating cords, a solo and a bridge section in it? Or maybe just a long noodling section... for the intense listeners. What if the 3 minutes had 10 parts, each distinct from the other, each being a subtle variation on theme, but its' entire composition resembled more of a plot than a repeating tune? A story, finished, solid, and complete. What if it involved 50 highly trained musicians rather than 3 to 4?

Well, sometimes I like to hear that. It's quality, which is lacking in our life. Beauty, kicking ass. Symphonic composers usually appreciate beauty (when not trying to be rock stars) and the dead ones were immersed in a culture of it.

Vivaldi's Winter: Allegro