When I was in high school, our concert band played Symphony in B-flat for Band by Paul Hindemith. It’s been rattling around in my brain ever since. Last week, I got it on CD. Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!
