It's official, I hate music.
I had a strange desire to listen to wind quintet music today. I couldn't remember if I'd heard any before. Brass quintet, yes, but not necessarily wind.
So, I live in a library, right? When you live in a library and you think "I wouldn't mind exploring X", you are in a particularly ideal place to do that.
To the catalogue! To the AV collection!
Up the stairs I sprang (walking up stairs is for wusses) to fetch a cluster of CDs.
Put in the first CD - hated it.
Put in the second CD - hated it.
Put in the third CD - hated it.
Put in the fourth CD - hated it.
Tuneless tonal meanderings don't float my boat. I want something with melody. Something I can whistle along with, once I've picked up the general theme.
And, as a friend of mine often points out, if I can't appreciate the non-"conservative" stuff in art, I clearly can't appreciate the art. Or my appreciation is limited. Or something like that.
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