As practicing humanists, whose wedding featured a reading from Walter de la Mare and marital advice from Papageno, we need to do something with our Sunday mornings. But instead of trundling off to church, waiting online for brunch, or prostrate worshipping of the mattress, we will just sit and listen to music. It helps to have an accommodating baby. We’ll post weekly selections here.
Samuel Barber’s Knoxville Summer of 1915 has been on my mind recently. A haunting tune, set to James Agee’s perfect poem, the orchestration is so inventive and somehow intimate. It makes me want to play the horn again, and the bassoon, and the bass drum. It has been recorded many times, but I fell in love with it with Leontyne Price and the composer conducting: