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:
6 thoughts on “Zadok the Priest”
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.
Can it be that there are limits to my own profanity??
Sent: Monday, April 03, 2017 at 11:30 AM
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