Trust me, Cicero wrote it all down
It has come to my attention that I do not own enough classical music. By this I do not mean Mozart, Britten, Saint-Saëns; I mean songs on classical themes, either historical or mythological, and multiple versions of "King Orfeo" do not count. I blame
watermelontail for inspiring me to take inventory; I decided that I wanted to put together a mix CD of Greco-Roman stuff, and then I realized that I had a little over thirty songs, reckoned generously, and most of those were by the Mountain Goats.* So what else is out there? I know already that I need to pick up the Crüxshadows' Ethernaut (2003). I have Human Sexual Response's In a Roman Mood (1981). And I have several takes on Persephone, but who writes about Hermes or Hadrian?
There were fireworks tonight on the field between Lexington High School and the Center Playground; a carnival lit up on the grass, with fried dough and a Ferris wheel where I once walked in endless circles on a freezing May night, hot cocoa and blankets instead of stargazing and bugs. I no longer even remember what the twenty-four-hour relay was raising money for, only the cold and the conversations and the live music, because someone was fiddling "The Rights of Man." Tonight there were bats tacking back and forth between the trees, and I had never watched fireworks from the ground up before. I don't know what it is about explosions that always makes me feel better.
* Which is not any kind of aesthetic strike against them, but it does threaten the hypothetical CD with a certain lack of variety—and I don't even have quite enough to make a whole CD of John Darnielle vs. Classical Antiquity.
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There were fireworks tonight on the field between Lexington High School and the Center Playground; a carnival lit up on the grass, with fried dough and a Ferris wheel where I once walked in endless circles on a freezing May night, hot cocoa and blankets instead of stargazing and bugs. I no longer even remember what the twenty-four-hour relay was raising money for, only the cold and the conversations and the live music, because someone was fiddling "The Rights of Man." Tonight there were bats tacking back and forth between the trees, and I had never watched fireworks from the ground up before. I don't know what it is about explosions that always makes me feel better.
* Which is not any kind of aesthetic strike against them, but it does threaten the hypothetical CD with a certain lack of variety—and I don't even have quite enough to make a whole CD of John Darnielle vs. Classical Antiquity.
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Sol Invictus, "Old Londinium Weeps"
Sol Invictus, "Down the Road Slowly"
Sol Invictus, "Eve"
Rose Rovine e Amanti, "Mid Summer's Dream (After W. Shakespeare) [London Version]"
Rose Rovine e Amanti, "Roma (fulcro dell'Impero) [London Version]"
Rose Rovine e Amanti, "S. Michele (In Your Sword We Trust!) [London Version]"
Andrew King, "When the Bells Justle in the Tower"
Andrew King, "Polly on the Shore"
Andrew King, "London"
Enjoy!
I've got one song of his (he's on the Sol Lucet Omnibus tribute, which is, as all tributes, half great and half garbage), and I had the same reaction.
His persistence as an artist therefore puzzles me, because I haven't yet found someone I know (rather than a review online) who likes him!
I'm quite pleased that, in his day job, he's one of the non-vocal members of SI.
Oh, thank God.
You could, though whether I'd acquiesce is another story. It's been far longer since I wrote a song than it has been since I wrote a poem... probably twenty years, give or take.
All right: poem, then?
(There does seem to be a band called Maxim who wrote a song called "Hadrian's Wall", but according to all the lyrics sites, it's an instrumental.)
(Ah, well. Thank you for looking.)