By the way, enjoy this while you can. If you subject yourself to enough classical music, eventually, by sheer mathematical accident, you will come across one specific performance of one specific bagatelle/scherzo/movement that will worm its way so deeply into your brain that its initial bars will turn you into a rat of Hammelin exposed to an entire woodwind orchestra.
By the way, enjoy this while you can. If you subject yourself to enough classical music, eventually, by sheer mathematical accident, you will come across one specific performance of one specific bagatelle/scherzo/movement that will worm its way so deeply into your brain that its initial bars will turn you into a rat of Hammelin exposed to an entire woodwind orchestra.
I only attend opera live (she said a bit too casually), so I cannot relate to this experience at all.
How was the pizza?
How on earth did you manage to transcribe my internal monologue from my recent venture into polite society (a string trio at a wine bar)?
"Has it been five minutes?"
This is so true, even on classical pieces I love. It's like that line from Amadeus: "Too many notes!"