As I was shovelling earth in my garden today I listened, as I always do, to the Brandenburg playing all around me. Two Blackbirds were doing a double solo spot worthy of JSB in its rhythmic energy and lightning repartee. A squeaky Dunnock tried to sing his little ditty at the same time, while in the backgound the Great Tits intoned their two-note chorale - "tea-cher, tea-cher''. At odd moments the cuckoo droned in the distance with that incredibly irritating song which is so evocative of Spring.
What struck me, amidst this polyphonic free-for all, was that Blackbird One was actually singing the William Tell Overture. Not the galloping bit, the spacious horn theme at the opening. Now, I just wonder if that yodelling phrase was passed down through generations of Blackbirds from a bird living outside Rossini's window - you never know. He would never have told. I wouldn't.
Trumpet Sonata Recording by Thomas Pfotenhauer and Vincent Fuh - I knew something *about* this recording, but I had no idea what the timeframe for it was, so when the envelope that held it showed up in my postal mailbo...
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