There is something about 3/4 time that crawls inside my skin and sets my nerves tingling. I can't help but listen to songs in 3/4 time over and over to recreate that same feeling; Danse Macabre is no exception, it being my favorite instrumental piece to date, and I find myself listening to it as I write these first words. The edge of the violin's E-flat, that principle violin instantly arresting attention from anyone within earshot, proudly declaring its existence, sparing nothing to have itself heard... And the call and response of the horns and the strings... I get positively high. Saint Saens and Bach and I'm set for life it would seem, but there is so much more left in the classical world, and in the realm of music in general. We'll see what tomorrow brings me.
I'm carrying over what posts from the temporary location I still think are worth laying eyes on, and from there we depart all previously known comforts and sanities.
May nothing hold this place back.
