A Plea for Dead Air

Watching the Pope at Ground Zero this morning, I kept zig-zagging between EWTN and Fox News, hoping that someone would just be quiet.  There was a lovely unacccompanied cello piece (Bach Suite, I’m sure) – and all I could hear was Peggy Noonan nattering and the Fox team talking about nothing.

One thing I notice whenever I watch events like this – the commentators treat the music like background.  Of course, that’s how we all treat music 98% of the time – in the elevator, supermarket, mall, airline terminal, taxi cab, home.  And when it’s lousy, I don’t particularly care either.  When it’s good, then I do. 

Yes, another pet peeve joins the menagerie, which is becoming so large that it may soon be a zoo.

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About Mary Jane Ballou

Mary Jane Ballou’s life in sacred music began in a children’s choir at the age of three. Instrumental music waited until her piano lessons started in primary school. And her music life remains a joyous pairing of sacred vocal music and the instrumental repertoire of Spain, Ireland, and Scotland.

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