Respectfully John I demur
You cannot isolate a note of it true
And say it is good or bad
But it would be quite wrong to claim
As perhaps you do with inoculating tickle quotes
That the end crowns all and therefore
You must wait till it’s over
That’s not how it works at least not music
The goodness or badness does not
Simply materialize with the stroke of doom
No more than in the moment of conception
But in the relation not even of one note with others
But of all the notes with all the others
But even this characterization falls short
For there is no totality
For one thing the it is never over
As the risingfalling drawnout cadence that allegedly ends
A Day in the Life must must be followed by
The compulsive silliness left off the American version
Never kiss me any other w
The essence of melody at least
Being its repeatability
And that’s just the horizontal dimension
Though that’s the dimension you emphasize
When you call the end the crowning moment
And what is a moment
You’re telling me that there’s an impermeable
Barrier between being and non-being
And what of the vertical dimension
The celestial harmony that dwells outside time
Consequently the worst is not that bad
But I’ll tell you one damn’d thing
My bigger orphic brother
Thou Yoda and Pai Mei of song
They can take our heads off
But still and all we will sing