h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

An' this is how it happened - after nearly 24 continuous hours of having Falco's "Rock Me Amadeus" in my head, I started thinking about that crazy Amadeus himself, and how he never really DID rock me, 'cos I find him music rather flowery and superficial. If you hear Mozart, you know it's Mozart. And not in a good way. Too flowery, no sense of passion. At least, not the fun, powerful, good kind. Like Botecelli- he was good, but only at one thing. He painted chicks, Mozart composed sparkle-dust. Over an' over. An' over.

So, after being generally dissappointed in my conclusion that Falco was wrong and Amadeus can't really rock me all that well, I started thinking of all the people that could. Beethoven's daddy wanted him to be another Mozart. Let's be glad HE wasn't. HE had raw passion. Then I thought of the guy (I dunno who) that did the Gypsy Dance with the violins. He was russian or something, I think. That was gold. It was love an' happiness an' sunshine all mixed in with worldliness an' knowing that you've got a mortal body, but you know you can use it to dance an' so it's okay. I like him. I like Strauss, he rocks me. Tchaikovsky was... er.... sad, but his music conveys that so nicely. Then I remembered Orff.

Orff - Now that's a dude that can rock me better than Amadeus ever could.

I've always said that people who obssess over Orff frighten me, but that can be directed back to only one young man in the 9th (I was in 8th) grade who would have frightened me whether he listened to Orff or not.

Not that Orff isn't frightening at times, mind you.

But I suppose I'm frightening in that case. No big deal, really. At least I'm a cultured sort of frightening.

Orff took the beauty of nice, big, classicalish, lots-of-instruments-to-control and so you need real talent music an' applied the forbidden stuff to it. Even subject matter is no longer boring. No more Shakespearean novels retold (though that subject matter isn't boring either, only jaded). An' how much greater can you get than poems written by defrocked monks? He took really really good, powerful music, and then went even further by showing that scholars - because the lyrics were written in Latin, long dead by the 1930's and with incredibly impressive rythm and poetic beauty - want and think about and do anything anyone else could do, an' they don't suddenly become dumb, or anything. They just... lose their frock.

So I'm going to do an entry on Carmina Burana.

Maybe the guy himself, if I feel like it.

Ranting is fun.

Errr... plays. Shakespearean plays. Novels, plays, really no difference except for the format and intent.

Uh huh.
*nods vigorously*

Interesting ... ...

No, really

Honestly!!!

Oh, leave me alone. As if you didn't make it worse, what with the 'dohwastst' part being caught in the innermost corners of my mind forever. Eh? EH?

don't look at me! It isn't my fault that that is my favourite bit

*shuffles in, tired and sardonic...*

Big weekend, I take it, Fenny...?

My weekends are now officially Monday-Tuesday nights. So I don't know yet.