Each chapter of my new book is going to feature a piece of music.  I’ve mostly decided which pieces I’m going to do, but every now and again a piece will pop up while I’m listening to my ipod, like the Brahms motet titled Wo ist ein so herrlich Volk, and I think, I should get lost in this one for a while.
Brahms wasn’t wild about this piece, I just read.  WTF?  I just flashed on a scene from when I was 12 years old.  A friend of mine was saying how she liked this other friend of mine.  I had to tell her that this other friend didn’t like her.  “Do you still like her now,” I asked.  “Well,” she answered, “it’s hard to continue to like someone when you hear that they don’t like you.” It was so honest and vulnerable at a time when we were all so careful to be anything but.
This motet is from a series of three, and maybe Brahms didn’t think the other two were the best things he’s ever done, but he must have liked this sweet little jewel of a motet.  I can’t find a good version to point you too.  The ones I’ve found are all performed so fast and clunkily.  That isn’t a word I see.  Clunk-like?  The beauty is lost when it’s done this way.
This picture is from fashion week.  These people were waiting to get into Abercrombie & Fitch.  All I could think was “bed bugs.”  (They had to close down to deal with a bed bug infestation.  Does everyone know we’re being over-run by bedbugs here in New York?)
