The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov’d with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.
It remains one of my favourite quotations. So much so I felt like using it again, having already started a post with it nine years ago.
A close friend sent me a music-related link a few hours ago, and I wanted to write about it straightaway.
I wanted to.
But I couldn’t.
The link wouldn’t let me.
Every time I decided I’d had enough, I’d get enticed to wander down another rabbit hole. With glee. Considerable glee.
There was, (and still is) a part of me that wondered whether I should share the link. I thought about it. Thought hard. And found myself singing along to Mama Cass: Was I to blame/for being unfair? And chuckling as I went down another rabbit hole.
Unfair. Yes, unfair.
If you like the kind of music I like, you may be in for a wasted weekend. An enjoyable wasted weekend. A very enjoyable wasted weekend.
There. I’ve gone and done it.
I did warn you.