Looking for Truth in all the wrong places
oooo... There is sky at teh bottom of your blog... I think you are right - that music fits very well, although my head always goes north to scandinavia in this weather, and of course, goes down the traditional root, all thin sounds and whirring drones - perhaps a bit like this - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1IkE3lEz3Rohttp://westcountryfolklore.blogspot.com/
Lovely scenery from afar. Snow was a joy in my younger years in Montreal, on Baffin Island, and in Northern Ontario. In Toronto, I see little of it. I'm grateful. Older people have a fear of falling, and snowy streets are dangerous. I use a cane with an ice-gripper tip for short winter walks. I'm not sure I could shovel a path anymore.I love Baroque in any season. I had never heard this piece of Purcell. And the sound of the viols is delightful. Thank you!
EntYes, it's sky all the way down...ClaudeI worry about my mum on snowy winter days, don't make we worry about you too. :)
Your selection certainly works quite well with that snowscape. To speak (perhaps too) broadly, I think classical music works best with wilderness, while rock and its derivatives work best with an urban rush hour.
PaulWelcome.I entirely agree... *looks for crosstown traffic by jimi*
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