Mark Seeley writes:

>I find this very intriguing that you would listen to Mahler's Ninth which
>speaks so eloquently about the finality of death.
>
>I can understand Bruckner with his beautific vision, but not Mahler.

Yes, I know, it seems strange.  It *is* strange.  But I should explain that
I've been on a big Mahler kick in the last few weeks, listening to several
versions of the 9th on the way to and from work (I have about a 40 minute
commute:  First two movements in the morning, the last two on the way home
at night).

I can't get that adagio out of my head.  Even though I know what it's
about, and even though, under certain circumstances, it makes me weep like
a school girl, there is a remarkably dignified and -- I hate the word, but
it fits -- uplifting and triumphant quality about it.

Bruckner is a bit different, sure.  I listen to his 5th or the finale of
his 8th and have an almost irrepressible urge to invade France or, barring
that, Pasadena.

That's the best I can do for you.

Cordially,
Bob Chen
Los Angeles, CA