Not vitriolic enough to actually put in the Pit. And not a Pit of Mozart himself.
But picture this – some organization is throwing a party or fundraiser. All of the tables have white tablecloths. Chefs in white paper hats stand at the ready at steam trays, bunson burners aglow. 40 pounds of cheese have been cut precisely into 1/2 inch cubes. Tiny spring rolls abound. Huge bowls of cold shrimp await the devouring.
That, in and of itself, just oozes class. What else could one want?
Wolfgang! Amadeus! Mozart! It is never, ever, anyone else. And it is, 99% of the time, Eine Kleine Nachtmuzik or Symphonia Concertante. Almost never, ever, anything else. It’s almost as if the party organizer asked a friend what kind of music is real classy and borderline pretentious. It’s almost as if there is a CD called Real Classy Stuff You Can Play At Parties to Make Them Seem Real Classy.
Not to rank on Mozart, mind you. But it’s time to retire that music. It’s overplayed. And party organizers need to be hit with a wet trout. And break out some John Cage, please!