Next up: Flying Pigs

by F.

Beware of porcine projectiles, because I have, for the first time ever, enjoyed choral music. I never thought it would happen. No, actually, I’m not stoned. I went for a bike ride and borrowed my wife’s iPod, which I’d loaded a week before with with St. Matthew’s Passion (this recording.) Whether it was the rainy weather, exercise-induced euphoria, or fermenting oatmeal in my stomach, I found this to be great riding music. And I had nary a mental image of Teutonic Brunhildes as I rode (an occasional St. Pauli girl, I admit), notwithstanding that the libretto was auf Deutsch. WTF?