I was drawn today by this image accompanying Maureen Dowd’s piece on the resurgence of classical music. Called “Classical Crescendo,” it traces parallels between musical and other forms of human enjoyment.
Well, waddayathink? Is she right? I leave it to you, gentle readers, to suss out the similarities and differences. Full article is here. Without a NYT subscription? Let me know in the comments section and I will gladly share it with you free of charge.
Odds, ends, other stuff
A reader who shall remain nameless found it fishy that yesterday’s post on “Salmon Thirty Salmon,” here, didn’t contain an actual photo of the airplane in question. Well, never let it be said we leave you disappointed, folks.
Apropos of nothing, this one really tickled my fancy.
Last but not least: It ain’t “Classical Crescendo,” but it’s definitely musical. Shown here, descendant of immortal jazzman Thelonius Monk. Hey Ben, what ever became of your old Gustavus roomie?
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Dudley Moore and I are both very grateful that nowhere in her op-ed does Dowd mention Ravel’s Bolero. Even without a gratuitous shot of Bo Derek sopping wet, that would be way too obvious, doncha think?
Well, I’ve never thought classical music was dead. I’ve been a fan (to my mother’s everlasting shame – she thought only country music and Wesley hymns were not sinful) since I was in second grade (Daffy’s Rhapsody, anyone?). Indeed, I’ve introduced two generations of teenagers to classical music. But I do not have a NYT subscription. (I do have about 1,000 CDs and LPs, three quarters of which are classical.) So pass on the NYT op-ed. I promise to read it.