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Mozart,,,total fck up from the word go. 1960’s Stalin loving brutalist architects condemning thousands to live in an arthritis inducing, paper thin walled project, reducing the life expectancy of the inhabitants while rewarding themselves with architectural Oscars.
Rossini for me all day long. That Lone Ranger theme is pure f'cking adrenalin. Speaking of which, how the hell did Tonto manage to shoot that pineapple off Lone Rangers head?
Mahler for me. They say all composers were trying to find God but only Mahler found him. The ninth symphony, which he wrote when he knew he was dying, is specially awesome. Quite a few composers died after writing their ninth symphony. A bit like so many rock stars dying at age 27.
Never fallen for him, despite Mrs Sheen's attempts to convert me. Too tidy and even-tempered, I prefer more drama. I've been told he appeals more to people as they get older and get tired of histrionics, but it hasn't happened yet.
On a side note I wonder how many on the Mozart have ever listened to any. Must ask next time I pass a group of the yewts.
'Yo Cleitus my good fellow. Have you...'
A month or so ago one afternoon I was walking along Fernhead Road W9 and a lovely girl with what sounded like a soft Jamaican accent - I guessed from rural Jamaica rather than the city and maybe hadn’t been in London long. She asked me where Beef-hoven Street was. I said do you mean Beethoven Street? She looked again at her phone and said quizzically Beef-hoven? So I laughed out loud the melody of the famous four-note riff of Beethoven’s 5th. She looked at me even more puzzled. I thought in my head the girl’s obviously never heard of Beethoven she’s not going to understand your clever-arse reference. This is not cultural snobbery. The music from Studio One in Jamaica for me is as potent, if not more so, as the 18th century European Classical Baroque Romanticists etc. So I said take the first left, bear right after the shops and you’re there. And she said thank you darling. And no I didn’t get her phone number.
A month or so ago one afternoon I was walking along Fernhead Road W9 and a lovely girl with what sounded like a soft Jamaican accent - I guessed from rural Jamaica rather than the city and maybe hadn’t been in London long. She asked me where Beef-hoven Street was. I said do you mean Beethoven Street? She looked again at her phone and said quizzically Beef-hoven? So I laughed out loud the melody of the famous four-note riff of Beethoven’s 5th. She looked at me even more puzzled. I thought in my head the girl’s obviously never heard of Beethoven she’s not going to understand your clever-arse reference. This is not cultural snobbery. The music from Studio One in Jamaica for me is as potent, if not more so, as the 18th century European Classical Baroque Romanticists etc. So I said take the first left, bear right after the shops and you’re there. And she said thank you darling. And no I didn’t get her phone number.
Mrs Hants sings in a choir and they recently completed a performance singing the novelty song, 'Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, had a lovely little go-kart'. Bit naff you might say, but accompanist put in some referential stuff and it was well received by the audience.
Back in the early 1990s, Hollywood was going make a biopic of his life the idea being that talented pianist and srong man Anrold Schwarzenegger would have a supporting role. When asked which musician he would like to play Arnie simply replied "I'll be Bach".
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