Even Vurther Vasks
Man, these Vasks jokes in the title are getting funnier by the minute second. Replacing letters with V! What will I think of next? Bad joking aside (if you can bring yourself to forget it), I have decided the following section is my favorite bit of the cello concerto. At the mo’, anyway. These things tend to change.
Why? (I hear you cry out in delightful unison) I shall tell you. I like the contrast. I like I how within the writhing chaos there are melodies that move in and out of phase with each other. The best example: the way the brass pours together around the 27s mark. I love that crystallization of order, particularly contrasted against all the disorder. It’s analogous (in a sort of pretentious way) to the process I go through when getting to grips with every new piece of music.
