Sound and fury

Oh look, today's music is Bach. I'll do you a favour and pass over everything this composer wrote in one day's entry (although Douglas Adams claimed that he wrote so much that 'Bach' was a cover for aliens).

I've got choral music, the complete organ works (that's 40CDs alone) and my favourite pieces of music ever, the Cello Suites. Everybody knows the Toccata and Fugue in D Minor (check the great animation below), and the Passions have never been unpopular, but the Cello Suites were basically forgotten about until Pablo Casals (a great lefty cellist) happened upon a manuscript in a junk shop. They never fail to inspire me. When I'm happy, they suit my mood. When I'm tired, they lift me, when I'm unhappy, they soothe.

Bricks are, like, heavy, know what I mean?

Having spent yesterday listening to Tortelier's recordings of the Bach Cello Suites, I'm having a 90s female indie day: Veruca Salt, Juliana Hatfield, L7, The Breeders, Babes in Toyland, Bikini Kill, Huggy Bear and so on. Bliss was it to be alive in that time of para boots, floral dresses and spiky guitars. Where are the riot grrls of yesteryear?

Update - just bought some Juliana Hatfield and received the new The Horrors album, as it's so much better than the first. Anyone rate Luscious Jackson?