Sometimes I just don’t know. Part of me believes that I would have been pretty comfortable living and working in the XIX century, but then I come across horrors like this:
I was merely nosing around for a simple piano transcription of Dvorak’s well-worn “Songs My Mother Taught Me” for use at church this morning. I’ll just play from the original vocal score, thank you, since I was most assuredly *not* after “Songs My Mother Taught Me While Demonically Possessed by Thalberg, D'Albert, and Liszt Simultaneously.”
Anyway: Happy Mother’s Day, everyone.