A wonderful line

"He dropped out of college in the late 1970s and started trying to find himself. Unfortunately, his self was nowhere to be found."

From a pice about Terry Nichols

Byrd

I just tuned into Live365 and caught the end of Byrd's mass for five voices. As always, I am amazed that anything could possibly that beautiful. My mundane miseries, my physical discomfort, my pretentious philosophical dilemmas melt away. "All arts aspire to the state of music."

Another musical comment

I've just been listening to someone playing a Handel recorder sonata, and it's reminded me how bad most recorder players are. They lack the necessary subtle breath control, and put in lots of inappropriate ornamentation to disguise their lack of expression. It's really frustrating to hear someone playing music and getting paid for it, and to think "I could go into a studio tomorrow and do something better than that, despite not having played seriously for twenty years."