I saw JB in concert about this time and it was a life altering experience. I probably wasn't the only white boy-child in the audience, but it sure felt like it. I wasn't unwelcome—I was simply out of place. Once the Flames started playing, and we music geeks were pulled towards the stage, I felt right at home. JB was mesmerizing.
Jeremy Denk opines, "Something that is definitely not chopped liver literally, metaphorically, or in any other way is the slow movement of Schumann's D minor Trio. (Please see: The Art of the Graceful Segue, by Jeremy Denk, Hyperion Books, 2031, p. 5832.)"
David Mehegan remembers his grandfather's devotion to the Harvard Classics: The Five-Foot Shelf of Books. Mehegan contends that the "Five-Foot Shelf" was the lodestone for "the life of a totally successful human being."
Kyle Gann has posted Schoenberg's Weihnachtsmusik for our Christmas bliss. If you think Arnold never wrote a melody you'd like, take a listen to this gorgeous setting of "Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming."
Because nothing says Christmas like marimbas and wild bass! BTW, if the marimbas look backwards, it's because the clip was designed to be projected in one of those film jukeboxes, where they were in fact viewed from the other side.