FALL FALL FALL

[aesc]

Today 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.

* dogeared: the boys need some fall cavorting, y/y?

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[stillwaters11.livejournal.com]

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.

This idea fills me with insane glee. :D

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Heh, Rodney would be really (but quietly) annoyed with the development of the English rite and the new fashion for writing liturgy in the vernacular--just, it's totally dumbing everything down.

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

*snorfles you*

the boys need some fall cavorting, y/y?

YES! I AM NOT JENNS BUT STILL! YES! ;)

[aesc.livejournal.com]

The committee is trying to decide if you get a vote, Ambers XD

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

*crosses fingers!*

[aesc.livejournal.com]

*puts on Expression of I Am About To Cruelly Torment You*

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

*put-upon sigh*

[aesc.livejournal.com]

*devilish laugh!*

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

I am stuck doing laundry and the dishes on a Friday night. Have some pity, woman!

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm about to go to bed because I am incoherent with exhaustion, so it will be finished tomorrow, but let me just say... bandaid.

*uses hopefully-appropriate teen!flan icon*

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

[orangeaide.livejournal.com]

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.

Fabulous mental image. Thanks. This day needed it.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Poor John, tugging at his stupid ruff all the time :D

[orangeaide.livejournal.com]

Finally he just rips it off and flings it across the room, and Rodney is shocked. They spend the next twenty minutes bickering about ruffs.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

I just like saying it! Ruff, ruff, ruff :D

[argosy.livejournal.com]

Speaking of which--didn't you have some very cool medieval thing going a while ago? I vote this is a sign to revive that.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Yes yes, viking boys! The first part is almost done :D

[dogeared.livejournal.com]

:> :> :>

[aesc.livejournal.com]

:> :> :>

[ainsley.livejournal.com]

That idea, of John in ruff and tights and Rodney griping about language, is so utterly made of win I find myself near-speechless at the awesome of it.

[pollitt.livejournal.com]

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.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

The cognitive dissonance happens when Rodney makes his way over to John, his rant quieting until his whispering other, more... pressing matters, more intimate... that Rodney promises to express extensively to John. Who finishes the section of the composition so he can doff his ruff and tights (they were itching anyway) ;)

And there should always be cavorting!