Originally posted by jayne lee wilson
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When I was a toddler the Brahms Lullaby was played quite often on the home piano presumably in a vain effort to get me to shut up. I think this may well have been the root cause of my peculiar aversion to the widely-appreciated (and much-performed) music of the great Herr Brahms. You see, I must get thrilled by music I listen to, moved by it, or, best of all, experience some spiritual, transcendental mood ... a few composers, such as Bach, Bruckner and R Strauss, often manage to provide all three for me.
Alas, up until now at least, I have felt none of the three moods listening to the music of Brahms. I am told by passionate Brahmsians that his music is like a fine wine that should be savoured in all its deliciousness. Maybe, in my usual tasteless manner, I simply prefer musical plonk?
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