FALL FALL FALL
Oct. 3rd, 2008 05:46 pmToday was really something out of a 1950s Ain't America Great, Gee Golly?-type movie. It's a football weekend at a famous-for-football university; the trees are just starting to change their colors out to gold and scarlet and the wind's brushed aside the clouds to leave the sky a clean, clear blue, so the students all look windblown and wholesome and the alumni and their families who have come for the game all wear sweaters, fleeces, and jackets with the school logo on them.*
Mostly I'm annoyed by all the alumni because they make parking and getting anywhere a pain in the ass, but then I remember it's because of them I have a stipend, so I try not to grumble. That, and grumbling on this sort of day is impossible.
That is, unless you're doing what I just finished doing, clearing out the fridge and sterilizing a truly frighteningly disgusting trash can. On the bright side, though, I wandered back in to check on a song I heard playing on my Pandora "carmina sacra" station, and I discovered...
I had been listening to "Libera Nos, Salve" by John Sheppard, a rather famous 16th century composer of sacred music. Reading the Wikipedia entry, with sentences like Of Sheppard’s five surviving Mass ordinary cycles, the Missa Cantate (a6) is a full-length, sumptuous festal setting in the tradition of John Taverner, constructed in units of six-part polyphony alternating with a mosaic of semi-choir sections is an exercise in cognitive dissonance.
It's sort of awesomely neat that Sheppard didn't receive (or apparently didn't receive) his doctorate in music, but became so influential anyway. It's also sort of awesomely neat imagining our Sheppard in a ruff and tights, scribbling away at a new composition while in the background Rodney rants on about how apparently Latin isn't good enough for people anymore.
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dogeared: the boys need some fall cavorting, y/y?
Mostly I'm annoyed by all the alumni because they make parking and getting anywhere a pain in the ass, but then I remember it's because of them I have a stipend, so I try not to grumble. That, and grumbling on this sort of day is impossible.
That is, unless you're doing what I just finished doing, clearing out the fridge and sterilizing a truly frighteningly disgusting trash can. On the bright side, though, I wandered back in to check on a song I heard playing on my Pandora "carmina sacra" station, and I discovered...
I had been listening to "Libera Nos, Salve" by John Sheppard, a rather famous 16th century composer of sacred music. Reading the Wikipedia entry, with sentences like Of Sheppard’s five surviving Mass ordinary cycles, the Missa Cantate (a6) is a full-length, sumptuous festal setting in the tradition of John Taverner, constructed in units of six-part polyphony alternating with a mosaic of semi-choir sections is an exercise in cognitive dissonance.
It's sort of awesomely neat that Sheppard didn't receive (or apparently didn't receive) his doctorate in music, but became so influential anyway. It's also sort of awesomely neat imagining our Sheppard in a ruff and tights, scribbling away at a new composition while in the background Rodney rants on about how apparently Latin isn't good enough for people anymore.
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dogeared: the boys need some fall cavorting, y/y?
