Looking for an uninterrupted presentation of a piece that has been one of my most liked, for a very long time, I cam across this, in three parts, unfortunately:
Apart from its sounding almost right what really struck a chord (resonated, in the modern idiom?) were the efforts of the conductor; reminiscent of music masters, perhaps long dead, who, knowing full well that they could never conduct outside the confines of the school hall, nevertheless gave themselves fully to the vicarious expression of their talent. Many a proud parent was grateful to the balding figure bowing modestly before him as he clapped his heart out.
I make no apology for publishing all three:
Tuesday, 1 December 2009
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