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The chronicles of Ruin, continued. Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do. Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here. 10 September 2009 22:59
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6 comments:
Very fine, Mr Ishmael. Goodnight to you.
Thank you, mr mongoose. Goodnight to you, too.
If you don't already know it,
the two-timing, closet heretic life of the composer, Byrd, by the way, would be of interest to a good, catholic rodent such as yourself.
That is so beautiful.
Four hundred years old, mrs n, from before before; worth exploring, Byrd and Tallis, hits you where you live and die.
That is so peaceful and calm - further proof that we've had the best of it. But at least the technology makes these lovely inventions available to all. Thank you, Mr. Ishmael, for winnowing out these little musical morsels and presenting them to us to alleviate the general gloom of 20% cuts, job losses,recession (double dip - whatever that means) falling house prices and our very nicely-dressed ruling elite. At least Harold Wilson used to look like a scruff-bag real person.
I knew I had one somewhere: a CD with this Byrd Mass and Ave verum corpus, the Tallis Spem in alium and O nata lux. Result: a morning of polyphonic heaven.
Before before. My favourite place.
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