Roderick Robinson's blog Tone Deaf in original form was intended as I recall for people like me who like music but do not think they know enough about it or how it works. Tone Deaf has since changed direction, though from time to time it ventures in its traditional direction. Just recently various comments have drifted into Now'the Time which have revived the musical theme. It is an occasional theme. And it comes into my head this morning when I begin to think about how music particularly classical or as Robbie began to call it posh music, may be be defined by epithets such as sad, melancholy, triumphant, happy so that it becomes mood music to match the feelings of the listener. Most opera is of course mood music. The music which prompts the thought however is something different. It is great music which transcends such limitations. Yes I am back to the late quartets of Beethoven, Schubert's string quarter recently discussed and much of J S Bach. where mood or programme doesn't come into it. Instead to my tentative way of thinking the music enters a place of sublime independence and abstraction. Mood words just don't fit, and you can listen over and over again to a particular piece and perhaps in a spiritual sense feed off its constant repetition.
For days I am looking for a book on my shelves. I know where it should be. But it doesn't seem to be there. I tell brother Ken about this mysterious loss. He looks eagle-eyed at the spot where it should be. And there it is. I realise where I have gone wrong. I have been imagining the missing book in a different format, similar to the format of its neighbour. In fact it is smaller and squarer. My idle mind has not taken the trouble to look more closely. I am glad to have found the book but... Oh dear!