Here’s another post inviting your mockery. Enjoy.
So yesterday I was listening to WBJC and a soft, serene sort of piece came on. “Borodin,” I pronounced it. And I was right. I felt deliciously vindicated.
Today on the drive home I vascillated wildly between Respighi and Gershwin (I know, right? It was the instrumentation and dreamy quality that threw me, I think; don’t ask me how my brain works because I don’t even know) before discovering it was Vaughan Williams.
Consider me officially knocked down a few pegs.