I just read Mr. Teachout's musings on this post and had to laugh. It makes sense that I would love living in Palestrina, in an exercise of counterpoint where the lines all run along horizontally. Ah, nothing like that feeling interconnected independence. In the design of counterpoint I can always squirrel my way out of the vertical hug of harmony. Not that hugs aren't nice, of course...
I told Terry that if I were picking a piece of music to live inside, right now, it would be the Schubert string quintet, D. 956. That first movement!
Which choir are you singing in?
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