It’s all about celebrating a cowboy culture – the boots, the hats, the plaid shirts, the bandanna things around the neck, and everything remotely horse-related. It’s the celebration of a culture foreign to almost everyone who visits (we can forgive the tourists, though) and almost everyone who actually lives here.
Coming on the heels of my post about the screechy, distorted electric guitar, I write this a little reluctantly, but here it is. Country music is everywhere these days. I can avoid it in my own house and car but it blasts from the loudspeakers of the community centre across the way, from the speakers in every store I enter, and in the Sunday morning church service. The electric guitar was tame this morning – the banjo wasn’t.
There’s a bright side – Mozart’s requeim was on the radio on the way home (merci, Espace Musique). It’s such a perfect piece of music – with the dense texture of instruments and voices in a piece amazingly Baroque-sounding (funny how so many good composers turned to writing like Bach at the end of their lives) yet not – the complex harmonies that increase the tension – the centuries-old text going back to the beginnings of Christianity. This is something worth celebrating.
The Recordare from Mozart’s Requiem – with a stunning drawing that perfectly portrays the text and music.