perhaps as much as the goldberg variation BWV 988 aria is some sort of cliche... and somehow... there aren't any tinges of plagiarism in tchaikovsky's 1812 overture plagiarisms of la marseillaise? well of course there would be tinges of it: how did it manage to stay up in classic.fm's hall of fame chart for several years at no. 1 - does listening to it somehow imbue more imagination than a tolstoy epic: or one is more inclined to listen to the overture... than read war and peace for 15 minutes? if one is after a russian romance theme: prokofiev: alexander nevsky - battle of the ice... the tchaikovsky answer to la marseillaise is... sorry... where is the mass appeal? it's like something penderecki would compose for: an orchestra of pots and pans... but that's just me... and as for easter? "good news" is: i drank my way through it... like a cobbler - having said the most obscene things on good friday: apparently not necessary in the end - the "problem" involved switching something off... then switching something on... never mind... easter... historically: it must have happened sometime mid-august... in that fateful year of circa 33a.d. - probably happened in mid-august... while all life was apparently happening elsewhere: it wasn't going to be a congregational event to occupy a calendar year of: let's say: a third of the globe... size or population... if it's a celebration of "something" and it doesn't have to come back to me: kneeling and taking things: a little bit too literally... i crucified winter on a friday... and lo and behold: the same annum winter to come by december... although: reborn... is it the third day... from the day of the execution: to the hour... does the resurrection come on a sunday or on a monday? well... if you'd consider the sabbath... it doesn't happen... on the morning of waking up: like a saturday... or a sunday... and it ends upon going to bed... so if the crucifixion / sabbath... happened on... the 6th hour of the afternoon: or whatever time a crucifixion would be most agonising and draw the most crowd and would giving a wine soaked sponge on the end of a lance up to that... crown of myrrh: why just call it "a crown of thorns"? oh i'm pretty sure they'd dig up all those gifts... the gold... with judas: but seeing that they were needy times... the rabbis didn't operate with the gold standard... silver would have to suffice... seems probably that the crown was crated from myrrh: and the frankinscenes? it wasn't just a crucifixion... was it? by striping (slashing the bark) and letting the exuded resin bleed out and harden - eventually his body did transform into carvings from both wood and of various stones... over the matter of not celebrating easter as a good catholic should: because it is the tradition... because "i am": but i am an atheist... because your father is... because my mother and my father and my grandmother was... i was called irreverent... and from my own mother's mouth... you're just an 'antichrist'... but i do have these serious questions to ponder... and i'm sure that to "spread the message" i have to do it now... because if it did happen mid-august at noon... and even if it was a friday... but to spread the message... it has to happen so that... i nail winter to the cross... and three days later she comes back smelling of cherry tree blossoms! i also have to stop drinking and writing... and sitting up late... and take great lessons in w.h. auden's words: only the hitlers of humanity write at night... no more antics with hopes of: an easy 'abbit to be chased after with 'ookovski... mind the B... back to classical music... and more to the point... national anthems... sorry... what does the anthem: god save the queen spring to mind? contempt... irreverence... the shortest anthem in all of history... now... if you gave me... de Lisle's la marseillaise: it's an anthem you want to sing! you want to sing it! now... whether it's john playford's 1728 'the new bath' or it's edward nowell's 'delight'... hell: another suggestion... william of orange (the third): wilhelmus von nassau... as henry grattan flood suggested... but of course... changing the words... merry ol' england... merry ol' england... god given right to an eternal queen and a people that will never fade with a whimper... i dunno... but anything beside that ghastly: baroque burp and **** of an anthem... or maybe not... but at least true feelings can be met with an uninhibited pen and... a matter of musical taste... in the end. at least... tchaikovsky's 1812 overture didn't make it to the number 1 place in the classic fm hall of fame chart... and i crucified winter and out popped spring.
p.s. if you can sing auld lang syne... come the end of the year... i do admit: singing god save the queen must sometimes feel like a funeral for the heart... it's hardly the fife and drum; but it could be!