It's a hardcore fact but it's true that neither the Maestro nor I (altho' Lucetta betimes wears lavender-coloured glasses) are ones to slip and slide away from bold realities.
I think this stems from our involvement with nature in this bucolic milieu in which we live, forcing us to mimic nature's own honesty. If, in the course of a meander through our verdant pasture, one foot, or the other, happens to inadvertently step into a pie of 'bovine's best' there is no point in trying to deny it later when you're sitting at the Chezlee Cabbage and Cultural Cribbage Night f te and it becomes obvious that you didn't get it all off.
So let's be honest!
Without really knowing that much about it, most people
a) IGNORE or
ii) LOATHE AND DETEST
serious music of the 20th century. Although I hasten to congratulate you, dear reader, for taking the big step and making a start by buying my book.
And I must say I have never heard more emotional outbursts than the average person's reaction to a piece of modern music.
I have seen regular church goers nod and slumber in their pews while the most heretical nonsense has been being spewed forth from the pulpit and
