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Ecclesiastes on Brendel
on 2 January 2013
To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under Heaven:
A time to be born and a time to listen to Brendel's digital Beethoven cycle.
A time to plant and a time to pull out one's hair as one listens to how mundane Beethoven can be in the wrong hands.
A time to listen to Brendel's Tempest and a time to heal.
A time to break down listening to his percussive tone and a time to build up;
A time to weep at one's own folly and a time to laugh at anyone who paid full tote for this 'stuff'.
A time to mourn when one sees this box-set sitting on the shelf and a time to dance when it disappears into the ether.
A time to cast away stones at the Gramophone for espousing this rubbish and a time to gather stones together for another barrage.
A time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing Brendel's ever so ordinary E Minor Sonata.
A time to get and a time to lose this box-set when one next moves house.
A time to keep and a time to cast it away into Gehenna.
A time to rend one clothes as Brendel masticates away on the Hammerklavier and a time to sew.
A time to keep silence (with the help of the mute button) and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate Philips.
A time of war and a time of blessed peace when one realises that alternatives abound.