The old,
somewhat juvenile impulse to make lists never quite goes away. I think
one imagines it somehow classifies the world for us, to let us think
we've 'got it', we're in charge, have understood and know where we
stand.
However,
once you get beyond the Top 10, say, it becomes arbitrary. There's 81
of them here and down to Stravinsky before it becomes borderline whether
I like them or not. It is the downside of any judging job, multiplied
by the truism of the Olympic Games, that Beethoven, Mozart and Handel
are all certainties for Top 3 places, and would be guaranteed second if
not for each other, but somebody has to finish fourth. But Beethoven's
had a tremendous year with me. Handel could easily have been second this
time last year.
Is
Dvorak that much more favorite than Ravel - there's not much to choose
between the peloton who finish in roughly the same time on this stage.
It's
a work-in-progress that could have fifty or a hundred more names
slotted into it on the basis of my vague idea of how much I like them
but these are composers that I'm sufficiently familiar with to know a
few of their works, or what they are like.
It's
a work-in-progress that need not go any further, mainly because it's a
waste of time and only, like writing a poem, perhaps, finds its author
attempting to authenticate an identity for themselves.
However,
while I'm in a spending phase, I'm not sure I want a picture of Bach or
Mozart on my wall, if only because they are too obvious. I had one of
Beethoven when I was a teenager, Handel wouldn't be out of the question
but, if such a thing is available, I think I could find wallspace for a
picture of Shostakovich.
And
there it is and since there was a special offer on, I helped myself to
Handel, James Joyce and Josquin des Prez, too, so I have a few days to
work out where they can be fitted in.
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