Me & Johann

I hate those desert-island-disc-type questions.  I think that no matter which chunks of music I would decide to take with me into the sunset, I'd tire of them pretty quickly.  No, I would probably grow to hate them. (And I'm not a record collector anyway, but that's a different story.)

But if I had to choose a composer to whom I'd have to devote an inordinate amount of time, it would have to be Bach.  Counterpoint orders my brain and calms my fears like a strong drug.  And since Bach never met a metronome, I establish my tempi with impunity, romping through the easy fugues with abandon and picking my way delicately and methodically through the thorny ones.

So today's menu was a chunk of the WTC Book I.  And it gave me such confidence that I embarked immediately on Phase Two of this adventure... to be continued.