Yes: we live in an age of extraordinary plenty. I suppose if you think about it, it would be like comparing 1983 with 1942! However bitterly we might complain about the non-availability of so much music in recordings, we have a great deal to be grateful for. As I type this I'm listening to Saint-Saëns' Déjanire. Who'd've thought it...? (Mind you, we had better singers 41 years ago, especially in the romantic repertoire.)
I used to enjoy my trips to the record shops in London. They always had something I hadn't heard of: I was like a kid in some huge sweet shop (sorry, John: candy store!)
I used to enjoy my trips to the record shops in London. They always had something I hadn't heard of: I was like a kid in some huge sweet shop (sorry, John: candy store!)