I Was Right! Ha!

Now that I have a job, and spend most of my days doing data entry, not to mention a minimum of two hours in transit, I find my physical desire to blog in the evenings has greatly diminished. In other words, I just want to get home, hope to have supper by 7, and crash on some pillows while playing Knights of the Old Republic II. But the problem is, I like to blog. And I'm really behind on some happy and interesting things.

First up: last time I visited my dear friend Amy, she introduced me (not literally) to a young man named Rob Parovian, who is in college, and a classically trained cellist, and who hates Pachelbel's canon. He hates it so much he wrote a musical comedy act about how much he hates it (see below). I too am a classically trained musician (flute), and specialise in Baroque music, and so feel particularly qualified to hate Pachelbel's canon - which I do. Deeply. For years, I have been alone, trying to avoid fights with dear friends, gritting my teeth through wedding processionals, and now, finally, I have a kindred spirit. Someone who recognises Canon in D for the lame, lazy, astonishingly long-lasting one-hit wonder that it it. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Feels good.

How hard you'll laugh at this will probably depend on how sensitive you are about the Canon. I laughed pretty hard as Parovian related his frustration with having to play the song, and at his growing dread that it's infected nearly every aspect of popular music culture, from other one-hit wonders like Vitamin C to such venerable institutions as The Beatles.

We'll get you, Pachelbel. And your little canon, too.