I love music.

I write about the music I like and have purchased for the benefit of better understanding it and sharing my preferences with others.

Music as comfort

Those who know me the best know that among my favorite music is that written by Bach. I confess, I'm more a Bachfan than a Biberfan, but, alas, I chose a moniker that was more unique. I recently experienced something that would have some folks reaching for the wine bottle, the anti-depressants, or... pulling their hair out. I've never believed in treating stress or sorrow with chemicals. Instead, I pull up my Bach. Specifically, this evening, his most profound work (my opinion, sure), the Kunst der Fuge. Last movement. Deeper than a gallon tub of ice cream, more rich than caramel sauce, and quite profound. I have so many copies of this recording; tonight I found the Concerto Italiano version "sloppy." This is music that breathes. I had the opportunity years ago to perform parts of KdF and it was a very emotional experience. Listening to music is one thing; putting breath, tears, and effort into what it heard is something all the more powerful. That's why I likely poured all my frustrations growing up as a teenager into the piano. It was therapy.


Lewis Ginter