So it has come to this. Truly it is dismal that /classical/ clings even today to nonentities. Haydn and Mozart? Pop for noblemen. Beethoven? Kitsch for Jacobins. Schubert? The wojak composer who today would court his audience on /r9k/. Wagner? He is the MCU of the 19th century. Brahms? You may as well put on a Disney OST and host a hootenanny at your trailer park for all it will edify you. With his satirical La Valse, Ravel humiliated the whole soi-disant "classical tradition" formed since the upstarts of the eighteenth century took the luminous glory of the baroque and made it into a festival of FARTS (see the second movement of Haydn 93 if you dare defile your ear... your good taste may not recover).

Simplicity, vulgarity, poopy parpy bassoon sounds, dippy whistling fagflutes, and swoony superficial strings so dizzied the lethargic libidos of both the degenerated aristocrats and the rising tide of dull-minded common stock that a century was not sufficient to exhaust their ignorant hunger for this tripe. And yet, even today, when no barrier prevents the worthy pilgrim from seeing what dwarves are those composers, compared to their baroque predecessors and to the modernists who finally put a plug in those tooty little poots, still /classical/ concedes to the nonentities.

The unique characteristic of this writer's soul that he never recognized the validity of the music designated as Classical and Romantic even as a child. Puzzlement and concern were his response to the claims of journalists that this was the acme of art music. Yet when I held in my ear the rich and lofty counterpoint of Bach or soaked in the profound and advanced sonorities of Ravel, Debussy, and Scriabin, my heart was set to rest at the cost of a mind put to flame by the injustice of the situation. Were it not for this injustice, I would take no notice of those composers who are beneath the dignity of consideration for any truly musical person.

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