Mahler’s Resurrection

 Mahler’s Resurrection Symphony

I was at home with my parents on Saturday night - we had a night of Fawlty Towers on DVD - so I am therefore listening to Mahler's Resurrection Symphony on BBC Sounds on Sunday afternoon. This is evidently a BIG prom for classical aficionados, as apparently the tickets to this one sold out on the day tickets were released back in May. We are about to hear a lengthy piece of work, with many existential questions being asked. 

My bike got a flat tyre last week when I was cycling to work, so I decide to try to fix this while I'm listening. I'm not successful in prizing the tyre off,  partially snapping both of the tyre levers I bought yesterday. I resort to using the flat end of a tablespoon - and this does help - but I only get the first side of the tyre off the rim. As I struggle and get frustrated, the music plays on. I'm reminded of that darky comic scene on Abigail's Party when Beethoven's Fifth blurs out of the stereo, as one of the leading characters suffers a heart attack. 

Admitting defeat, a vocal movement of the music begins, followed by an increase of catastrophic bursts. I know how Mahler feels.