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Look at the previous question (rather than the answer).
I have indeed been revisiting my question... I looked at the word 'concertante' and reflected that Liszt and Beach both wrote C-C-Concertos for piano... but Martin Shaw didn't.
Wide of the mark, I guess?
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
I have indeed been revisiting my question... I looked at the word 'concertante' and reflected that Liszt and Beach both wrote C-C-Concertos for piano... but Martin Shaw didn't.
To relieve the incipient RSI that scb seems determined to induce ...
Please find the concertante link between this B and a starry canticle, some extreme Wagner and an apparently noisy piece by a centenarian... was Cali's previous clue.
From this do I conclude that Mr Carter is involved?
To relieve the incipient RSI that scb seems determined to induce ...
Please find the concertante link between this B and a starry canticle, some extreme Wagner and an apparently noisy piece by a centenarian... was Cali's previous clue.
From this do I conclude that Mr Carter is involved?
Given Martin Shaw's proclivity for choral music, I'm going to pursue the Canticle route...
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
Neither the first nor the last time Ammy's been told that !
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
" If i could walk that way I wouldn't need the talcum powder"
Never heard that one before...
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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