OUR PRESENT MOMENT
A last thought from me: I've been thinking quite a bit of what that last music is one might want to hear, in these existential times, in case one needs to make such a choice. The obvious choices for me would have been Mozart, or Beethoven, or Schubert, Mendelssohn, Bach or Brahms, (maybe) Mahler, (just possibly) Wagner, (unlikely) Strauss. It is said that, on his deathbed, Schubert wished his friends to play Beethoven's C sharp minor string quartet, Op. 131, as the last music he heard. Some, including me, might pick Schubert's great C major string quintet for one's swan song. Suddenly, out of left field, came this stunning "La passione" from Hannigan, that I have been listening to "on loop" (as they say) since first hearing it a few nights ago. I recall the sage words of an old professor of English of my brother, whom I also knew a bit, a fine Chaucer scholar and a great lover of classical music, who said, "In the end, we always come back to Haydn..."