Disliking Bach is a sign of low musical intelligence.
There's a reason why every major composer for the past few hundreds years has absolutely adored Bach and been deeply inspired by his work. And that reason is because the music that Bach created was simply brilliant.
If you don't Iove the baroque style compared to later styles thats one thing. But you have to respect the ingenious of Bach's work.
Disliking Bach is like disliking Shakespeare or Isaac Newton. It comes off as ignorant.
Julian Perez
>be a self admitted agnostic >can't even show faith when writing a fucking requiem >LARP as a christian and shit on other atheist composers >boggle the actual devout christians of your time
>I have not come to praise the artists of this endeavour but to bury the recording itself. For sure, Deutsche Grammophon has been moribund, if not dead in the water since collapse of the industry – hence its recourse to cross-over artists and endless remasters – but pharos-like, the famous Yellow Cartouche still broadcasts quality, sound-wise, to the imagined corners of the earth. This claim is specious. Be in the Philharmonie or some hall in Buenos Aires, prepare yourself for a seat . . . . . at the bottom of the aquarium. Indeed, in its own muddled way, this abomination brings to mind the respective movement from Le Carnaval des Animaux. How this muffled, murky, dead-in-the-treble sound ever passed muster is beyond me. It’s equally bad across both performances. Here, Barenboim is less Abe Froman (the Sausage King of Chicago) and more like Irwin Allen, the Master of Disaster. In his dismissal of Karajan, does he not listen to the playback in the studio afterwards? Fair dinkum, don’t waste a farthing on this travesty. That said, there comes a point where incompetence attains greatness: this is one such instance. With the spotlight on the hapless DG engineers, let’s hand the microphone to Pericles: “Future ages will wonder at us, as the present age wonders at us now.” BMOH pissing yellow piss on DG and Barenboim
>It's always a joy to see Kna in his cowboy hat. After all, he was a law unto himself in Bruckner. Try as they might, Sheriffs Haas and Nowak were never able to bring this outlaw to justice. Believe it or not, there's a cymbal clash in the finale of the Eighth - yee-ha!
>I'm the President of the Australian Knappertsbusch Association - an exalted office in the Penal Colonies. I follow the Melbourne Football Club. "If there is one thing in life I've learned, it's to totally ignore Irish Australians. Wow. You jealous aussie unmusical idiot. I bet if the conductor was an aussie convict you would be praising this music to the hilt. Get a life if that is at all possible with you. O, and go and get your hearing checked as soon as possible. Jealousy is so unbecoming
