“Saturn, the Bringer of Old Age” includes a notable role for the rarely-used bass oboe. Patrick McFarland moaned on the instrument and made it sound like a big, sad duck, alone on a placid lake. Soon a giant clock starts ticking in the sky, counting down the seconds till, in a section marked “animato,” any sense of lucidity and reason are beyond reach, and the music slips into pleasantly dissonant dementia.

From here.

(I do wonder if I’ll ever slip into a pleasantly dissonant dementia.)

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  1. A big sad duck, alone on a placid lake, eh? Is this a favorable review or a negative one? Or purposely ambiguous?