Or Zodak, as he’s affectionately known to musos.
Zadok the Priest and Nathan the Prophet anointed Solomon King
Names worthy of The magic roundabout. To cite Monty Python and the Holy Grail,
Ooh! I didn’t know we ’ad a king—I thought we were an autonomous collective.
Of course, joking aside, if the lyrics sound silly to us (OK then—to me), to less irreverent 18th-century ears they would have sounded imposing. Anyway, they are blown away by the music, one of the most exhilarating, spine-tingling openings to a piece ever. It always inspires reverence, even in me:
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But have you seen the Zadok shred?
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I can only say O—M—G… Just shows that despite my jocular overture, my goal was to exalt… Same kind of contradictions in my comments on Erbarme dich.
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Can it be that there are limits to my own profanity??
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https://pcolman.wordpress.com/2012/09/03/roger-eagle/
Sent: Monday, April 03, 2017 at 11:30 AM
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