Possibly trumping my “rainbow of awesomeness” moment in terms of pride was when my music teacher once told me that if I ever wrote a symphony she thought it would be like Charles Ives. Charles Ives is AWESOME. He does everything and he doesn’t give a shit.
If he wants an organ, three marching bands, two choirs and offstage violins he damn well does them. If he wants four completely different and unrelated musical lines to represent the leaves on the bankside trees and a beautiful river and it all sounds really easy-listening beautiful still, he’ll do it.
His music sounds good. But slightly weird. I had my head taken off by his 4th Symphony at the Proms this year, performed by the BBC SO. At the risk of sounding as mad as a Top Gear enthusiast, it needed two conductors, you know.