Bill, I'm dumbfounded. I've started and restarted this post a half-dozen times, each time adding another point-by-point refutation of this screed. But I finally came to the conclusion that there is really nothing to refute. This dude/dudette actually said...absolutely nothing. Generalities, insults, spurious claims of knowledge of Truth regarding the nature of music itself. But on 2nd look, it is 850 words of unsubstantiated simulated-intellectual drivel that B&B would have stated so much more eloquently:
"Huh...Huh...Thith thuckth, Beavith." "Heh...heh...Yeah...sucks!...heh...heh..."
No, the only thing that I am left with is a profound curiosity as to what form of mental illness or social retardation is on display here. What would motivate or drive someone to this type of behavior? What pleasure or satisfaction does it elicit? What forces, what missteps in a person's upbringing would lead him/her to believe that this was an appropriate way to engage other human beings in debate over the merits of a musical composition? Kind of pathetic when you think about it.
As for your Romantic Symphony, Bill, if I were to learn that I am the person who has listened to it from beginning to end more often than anyone but you, yourself, I would not be surprised. Every time I do, I hear something new, something surprising, something that touches me. It is a tremendous accomplishment; thank you for sharing it.
As always, I'm looking forward to hearing your next creation.
Tom
PS: If enjoying your music makes me an "ignorant, uncultivated Zimmeroïd pleb that has no taste or qualifications to appreciate the finer things in music," then it is a description I will bear with pride. I think I'll have it printed on a T-shirt! T