The DJs on Radio 3 first thing in the morning are starting to sound suspiciously like Classic FM apprentices. Perhaps they think nobody is listening to the little snippets of music that they sneak in while they nip off for a coffee between pre-recorded trails for future programmes by people with very odd regional accents indeed, but the old Classic FM training is evident, as is the secret Playlist 100 that they all seem to work to before 10am. If you have never heard Vaughan Williams's The Lark Ascending, or that dreadful thing he wrote for 16 soloists whose title I am too embarrassed to try to remember, just tune in to Radio 3 any morning before 10am, and in any single week you will hear them both so often that you'll be heartily sick of them by about Tuesday.
But this movement has them all in raptures at the moment. The first time I heard it I was shocked into disbelief. It sounds like the worst kind of film music imaginable, or something by one of these minimalist composers who leaves the laptop to get on with the job while he nips our for a restorative skinny latte and a pastrami on rye.
This stuff is so empty that if I met Marshall Macluhan in the chippy tomorrow I am sure we could have a very interesting conversation about The Media and the messages.
But make up your own mind. Is this stuff really worth four minutes of the rest of your life?
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