Will Ever Be, Will Ever Be, Will Ever Be

Yesterday at choir we practiced “Thou O Jehovah Abideth Forever” from the Four Motets of Aaron Copland. Personally, I have a hard enough time just listening to Copland, so I expected the singing of his work, with all its atonal post-romantic dissonance, to be musical torture. And at first, it was. But it was kind of fun, too.

After church and practice were done, it was another one of those achingly pretty days when the sun is out and the sky is blue and the temperature is exactly 72.5°F, so I went running around the National Mall for a bit, after which I sat on the grass in front of Air and Space and had a hotdog.


  1. Rod says:

    How can you not like Copland? Are you a heathan or something?

  2. Paulo says:

    Quite the contrary, I think only a heathen could listen to The Pines of Rome and *enjoy* it.

  3. Rod says:

    Pines of Rome? I thought that was Respighi, whom I will admit is something of a labor to endure.

    I adore Appalachian Spring, but then, I am Appalachian, and am biased.

  4. Paulo says:

    I was mistaken, and you are correct; Pines of Rome was a Respighi horror. But it’s all blaring bass and dissonant atonality to me.