Comedy or pathos? NY’s classical music radio station playing a Telemann piece tonight. Announcer with cloying, prissy voice goes on about “the flute being made of Wood! [insert astonished gasp] and the oboe [insert big pause] is an oboe d’amore, which you hardly hear in modern orchestras anymore.” It was like he just discovered period instruments this afternoon. Dude, where have you been these past 30 years?