- In a New Yorker paragraph about the Yale at Carnegie concert of Ives songs, it is stated that "Ives is generally recognized as America's greatest classical composer." Really, generally recognized? I think his body of song represents an amazing achievement and I'll accept Ives as the first great American composer (although I would nominate Aaron Copland as the greatest). This so astounds me, I'd like to hear if anyone wants to suggest Ives as greatest.
- Fred of Fredösphere basically calls Ives a coward, at least on a harmonic basis (along with Elgar). I also enjoy Fred's continued dislike of Haydn even as I have warmed up to the composer earlier this year after listening to the Robert Greenberg Haydn lectures.
- Speaking of Aaron Copland, Steve Martin, in a nostalgic piece centered around performing at Knott's Berry Farm early in his career, tells a bizarre anecdote about he and a friend visiting the composer for an interview:
We emerged a half hour later with the coveted interview and got in the car, never mentioning the men in skimpy black thongs, because, like trigonometry, we couldn't quite comprehend it.