It’s very lush, bombastic, emotional and Romantic, but those first few minutes of wandering bassoon reach nostalgic, meditative melancholy for me.
Give the first minute a listen, if nothing else:
Towards that theme, David Gilmour (of Pink Floyd) jumps to a lap steel guitar to unleash raw, tattered glory at minute 5:13 of this live performance of High Hopes.
John Williams playing Isaac Albeniz’ Cordoba reaches a more sublime state for me (especially at minute 1:20):
I think this is more reflection and a desire for the holy and larger-than-oneself (ducking into the Mosque away from the busy streets….into quiet interplay of shadow and sun, observing the stars carved into the ceiling).
Is our desire for the transcendent, pure and true simply reflected in this rather useless activity we tend to cherish so much? Can the arts corrupt you? Do you need a guide?
Thanks to a reader.
Quite a varied discussion on Bloom’s surprise 1987 bestseller: ‘The Closing Of The American Mind‘
Does rock/popular music corrupt the souls of youth in preventing them from evening-out the passions; from pursuing higher things that a quality humanities education can offer?
Might such a lack allow political ideology to offer young people something to do, something to be, and something of which to be a part?
A questioning of premises, with varied disagreement, including that from an Emersonian.
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