And why not, in this dark, barbarous and tyrannical age we live in. Hark back to a better time, a time before Jay Z, Beyonce and the appalling Brice Springstein. Yes, to the music of Lully and his rivals, of Europe beginning to flex, conducted with verve, elan and sheer living the dream intensity by Mario Sardelli. Remarkable:
What can we say? Bow your heads in wonder and withdraw all bets on the monkey, vicious beast that he is. Of course there's more, follow the amazing Sardelli on Modo Antiquo. As you do, spare a thought for other, perhaps lesser, arrivistes. Lesser? Take that up with Colonel Alexei Karabanov:
GloboHomo hates all this. I love it. See you on the other side of the Danube.
Deus Vult,
LSP
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I love the late Renaissance and Baroque church music. There's a defined purpose for every note and word. Good stuff.
Well, I also love real Gregorian Chant (not people singing modern music in a chanting fashion, nope, REAL Gregorian Chant.
Totally with you on that, Beans.
Mrs. Andrew, my lovely wife, knows she can calm me down from even the worse freakout by playing Gregorian Chants (real ones, not fake popular tune ones.) Good Gregorians are peaceful and soothing, especially the ones recorded in actual cathedrals and churches that are laid out properly (in other words, built with great acoustics.) Or ones recorded in actual monasteries or convents.
Reminds me of the time I went on a church field trip to the Smokies (wherein I discovered actual snow not melted on the ground and that I really really really don't do heights) and we stopped off at a monastery in northern Georgia on a Sunday and got to hear their Chants. In the proper environment. Absolutely gorgeous.
That was the same trip my priest gave us some semi-heretical insights, like if the last thing to go through your mind and possibly out your mouth was the most vile, foul thing ever said by you but you meant it in a contrite way as a plea for forgiveness, He will take in the confession and plea in the spirit it was made in, not in the form it was made in, so to speak.
Very good trip. Except for my extreme fear of wide open spaces at heights. Wide open spaces roughly flat or easily traversable, on foot or on horseback or car or truck or (enclosed) plane, fine. It's that exposed air thingy wherein you can fall to death, you know, like on a library stool or ladder or on the side of a mountain face that isn't easily traversable, that gets me. Or standing on the bed installing a ceiling fan, a totally death defying feat akin to doing trapese without a net over a flaming pit of spikes and alligators....
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