I am shocked! Shocked, I tell you!
And by “shocked” I of course mean “not remotely surprised.” How about you? Are you beyond flabbergasted that, in this late-round fight, Tchaikovsky took down Copland? Although in fairness, I do want to point out that I never expected Copland to advance past his first-round competition against Dvorak, so a round of applause for a solid competitor, who still loses so that’s the last we’ll be thinking about him.
Now let’s finish up round three with a match that should be similarly fraught with suspense. But first I just wanted to point out that when criminals in this world appear and break the laws that they should fear and frighten all who see or hear the cry goes up both far and near for
EEEEEEEEEEEDVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD GRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEG
(As a side note, he choreographed Saint-Saens a whole new danse; he’s also in a corner.)
And in this corner, he proved Mahler to be no titan! It’s
JOOOOOOHAAAAAAAAANNEEEEEEEEEEEEEES BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHMS
Battle… FIGHT!
P.S. When Polly’s in trouble I am not slow. It’s hip, hip, hip and away I go!
are you teeling me that CSS is cornering Grieg? How do you say “armbar” en francaise?
Grieg has one of my favorite suites ever with Peer Gynt (#1), but his piano concerto doesn’t stand up to Brahms’s concertos, plus he doesn’t have a violin concerto. You snooze, you lose, Edvard!