The Bach G-minor gamba sonata and I tangled recently in a golden hall:
A performance which, minus the sweeping and impurities, but with the gamba retained, probably should have sounded more like this Hungarian rendition:
Whose lack of total Baroque purity, in turn, led me back to Marais, the Roi of gamba composers:
Which brought me back to February, and the cleansing waters of “The White Haired Girl” as a counterpoint-less counterpoint to Bach:
