"Where words fail, music speaks" (Hans Christian Andersen)
"It was the word beyond speech." (Hermann Broch, ending of "the Death of Virgil")
Avoid crowds: Stay away from symphonic orchestral and choral music whenever possible.
- Missa Pange Lingua, Josquin des Prez (for BMcC this is not just Roman Catholic liturgy but universal humanity)
- Wanda Landowska playing just about anything, but esp.: Domenico Scarlatti sonatas
- A certain secular song by Guillaume Dufay that I had on a specialty label LP, had transferred to CD by Robert Erdos, and is now lost.
- Keyboard suites, Georg Friedric Handel. Performance by Sviatislav Richter and Andrei Gavrilov (EMI)
- Piano Trios (complete), Franz Joseph Haydn. Performance by The Beaux Arts Trio; Schwann gave these recordings a [***** re]commendation compared to which I did not see anything even remotely simliar for anything else in their entire catalog: "... Sanity for a [negative adjective forgotten] world ...", and more.
- Bachianas Brasileiras No.5: Aria, Heitor Villa-Lobos: sung by Bidu Sayão (Sweet dreams!)
- Threnody for the Victims of Hiroshima, Krzysztof Penderecki. If any orchestral music is honorable, it must be this piece, because so many persons died at "primary", 6 August 1945; America needs a new national flag, to be designed by Anselm Kiefer.
- Professor Alessandro Moreschi singing anything
- Uncle Remus, Frank Zappa
Popular (+ semi-popular) music
Popular but, remarkably, also meaningful anyway and nonetheless
- ⇒ Video killed the radio star, The Buggles ~ Marshall McLuhan's all time favorite?
- Punk Prayer: "Virgin Mary, Put Putin Away", Pussy Riot (Stat! And please take Donald J. Trump with him!)
- If This is Goodbye, Mark Knopfler & Emmylou Harris
- Sweet revenge (album), Amanda Lear
- Architecture and morality (album), Orchestral Manoeuvres in the dark (OMD)
- Africa, Toto
- Let me love you like a woman, Lana del Rey (Kent School graduate)
- Closing time, Semisonic (1998)
- I want to know what love is, Foreigner
- Father and son, Cat Stevens (Yusef). The lyrics of this song are admonitory
- I contain multitudes, Bob Dylan
- Sad lady of the lowlands, Bob Dylan
- Big Yellow Taxi, Joni Mitchell
- Running on empty, Jackson Browne: should be the national anthem of The United States of America
- (Everything I Do) I Do It For You, Bryan Adams
- Major Tom, David Bowie (Remember Laika!)
- Stairway to Heaven, Led Zeppelin
- Maggie May, Rod Stewart (Hello, fall semester!)
- Girls just want to have fun, Cyndi Lauper
- Let X = X, Laurie Anderson (America I-IV, 1984)
- Smiling faces sometimes, The Undisputed Truth ☺
- Uncle Remus, Frank Zappa
- When you and I were young, Maggie, George W. Thompson & G.A. Butterfield, 1866
Christian believers are not all prigs.
- Damascus Road, The Kingdom Heirs or The Perrys (I (BMcC) attended a perp school named after Saul of Tarsus)
- Once to every man and nation, Episcopal Church hymn
Communist, workers movement, and military (i.e.: political motivation) music
The masses need to be motivated, but be careful here, like Odysseus vis-à-vis the The Sirens.
- The Internationale, Note that there is Youtube copy of an orchestra performance conducted by Arturo Toscanini which says it was banned by United States censors
- The East is Red, previous de facto National anthem of The People's Republic of China (PRC)small>
- Wild Blue Yonder, Anthem of The United States Army Air Corps, whose Mess Hall motto was; "Take what you want. Eat what you take."
- Marching through Georgia, Song of General William Tecumseh Sherman's Union Army which waged "total war" against the territory in rebellion. But his army saved its greatest wrath for South Carolina, where the rebellion had started. Sherman was hated by the rebels and loved by his "men".
This is noise that corrupts and lays waste to every thing and every body. Listen instead to concrete buildings being demolished. Tulle, audi! (CDI)!
- Anchors away my boys, an inanity which, along with: Thompson's Method, helped me to not learn how to play the piano.
- The Star Spangled Banner, let Senator Joseph R; McCarthy and (POTUS №40) Ronald Reagan sing this song
- Like a virgin, Madonna (i.e.: the "madonna" that is not a virgin, and, in addition, there is nothing good about sexual inexperience or prudery, under any conditions)
- I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Bing Crosby (Tis the season to be stupid!)
- Santa Claus is coming to town, Cheka, OGPU, KGB, Stasi, Gestapo, Robert Bork music (get the point?)
- Joan Baez singing (or doing) anything: war profiteer
- When Johnnie comes marching home, If he comes home at all and still with two legs, too
- [ Too many to count (TMTC) ], but even just one of these crimes against humanity and against civilization would have already been two too many
Why did I think Franz Josepf Haydn was an asshole?
Because in my childhood rote piano playing pedagogification, one of the stupid things I had to learn to play was "Twinkle, twinkle, little star" which derives from something by Haydn. As a child I did not have the idea that there could be music that would deserve to exist, just like my parants' split level house's lawn had no constructive meaning for me.
Anchors away my boys
Theirmistaking me for one of them who must like what they like, or at least totally indifferent to what I was, but them getting off on being what they were.... It did not end with that ditty which in no way made me feel awe for the starry heavens. "Twinklw, twinklw little star" just made me continue to lack-of-feeling much that the whole social surround I was stuck in was not worth much (unless a person is in a stupor, the world must mean enough to said person for the person to continue to will inhaling and exhaling earth's air, or else they would pass out due to asphyxia. Go team!). It was much worse than that:
Bell bottom trousers,
Coat of navy blue.
He wore a sailor suit,
And [?s]he loved it too....
Did who were themselves gifts from God ideate they were educating their little combination toddler size doll and cat to kick, by subjecting me to that musicrap? And this particular piece of dreck was particularly repulsive to me because I had been -- at leasat one of their mouths had previously emitted words informing me that: -- that sailor suits were fastened with lots of buttons on them, not innocuous zippers, and I had a phobia (neurotic fear) of b-u-t-t-o-n-s. Ich! Consequently! No way did I want anything to do with a sailor suit, which had b-u-t-t-o-n-s!
"Anchors away my boys, anchors away! Sail navy down the field and beat the Army, beat the Army gray...." Really? I didn't give a shit about Navy beating Army, any more than later in my teenage years I would care about St. Paul's Day Carcel for Pubescent Male Virgins except-for-don't-ask-don't-tell-sex-for-jocks beating Gilman: And I wasn't any domestic servant: "b-o-y", either! ~ What did those third person plurals ideate I was? Something like them only smaller? They could have got down on their hands and knees and begged forgiveness for not being better than they were and have respectfully asked what they could do for, not to, me and apolgized again for all the trouble they had caused me and, then: placed me with better parents who could have more appropriately raised up not rear ended me, and then they just have gone away forever. Taking Anchors Away and Thompson's method with them.