You know, it's a bit silly me blogging the pop/rock records disc-by-disc-by-cassette, and not doing the same with my classical ones.
So, deep breath and here goes. Although not the ones I play spontaneously, because that would become a little bit repetitive...
I'm reclining on the sofa playing Demon Patience on my palm, and listening to Fred Delius, part of a four disc boxset I acquired the other week from WH Smith. I am not very familiar with Fred, and I'm not really surprised.
Paris: The Song of a Great City and On Hearing the First Cuckoo in Spring bored me. In A Summer Garden and The Walk to the Paradise Garden weren't much better.
I can understand why other people like Brigg Fair: An English Rhapsody - it has moments of lyricism, and other moments of plush orchestration. But moments don't a whole piece make and I can leave it. Summer Night on the River is just awful.
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