You know what that means.
More circus music.
And more “mechanical clocks” music.
An example of the latter: track number 10 is 12 minutes of what sounds to my untrained ears like circus Calliope music. I can almost smell the roasting almonds and cotton candy…and the manure from the performing animals.
And, wait. What’s that I hear? Children laughing? Do I see parents strolling with umbrellas and large hats?
It’s like a George Seurat painting come to life, something like the scene from his pointillist masterpiece A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte.
I’m sure Flotenuhr (“mechanical clocks”) music has its place.
It probably excited the hell out of audiences back in the late 1700s.
Today, I think 12 minutes of Flotenuhr music is about 10 minutes too much of it.
But what do I know? I’m not a composer. I’m a listener. In 21st century America, no less. If I had the talent to compose, I surely would. But then I’d have to do something crazy like lop off my ear, or Continue reading