Hebrides Overture

For once, I'm not going to say anything about a posted piece of music.......

oh, hell....I can't help myself....


Not only an evocation of water and wind, but also an awed feeling of discovery and displacement ("Wir sind nicht mehr in Deutschland, Toto.")

A musical sailing past the wave-crashed shoreline. Within forbidding niches and dark recesses, old water sprites lounge, their black gleaming eyes and long faded hair terrifying symbols of ocean mood, of pathological geography.