I’ve decided to end this blog. To clarify: I’ll keep the blog online as some people might find some of the posts useful, even interesting. But I don’t expect to write any more posts.
As of this month (April 2018), the blog has lasted for exactly two years. I will remember it fondly as where I explored a newfound love of classical music. I must, for this reason, apologise to future readers for the inconsistency of the content. In terms of writing and musical understanding I was and probably still am a novice. I justify the project, as always, with the Chesterton line: ‘If a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing badly.’
The posts that got the most views were invariably about political controversies in classical music, such as:
And, to a lesser extent, the provocative posts, such as:
But the ones I enjoy rereading (and frankly, I find many of the posts boring to reread!) are those that explain my love of music:
- Arvo Part, 82 Years Old Today
- A Universe in Music
- It’s not always easy being a music listener
- Carl Ruggles
- James MacMillan — Since it was the day of Preparation…
- The more I fall in love with music…
- Domenico Scarlatti
- Hierarchy of Music
- Two Concerts at Wigmore Hall
- Charles Ives — Autumn
Music has often been, for me, a medicine for a sad mind. It has done more than anything else to give me happiness and clarity. I can with absolute certainty say it has changed my life. And indeed I love music as much, if not more, than ever. My decision to stop blogging about it has to do with other things.
Anyway, I thank everyone who has read this blog, particularly the handful of readers who, for some queer reason, came back. And I appreciate most of all those who have left comments — on the blog itself or on other platforms. When blogging there is nothing more gratifying than seeing that someone took the time to comment.
This blog should end where it began, with Charles Ives’ brief little song Slugging A Vampire: