I was just in my car. I had stopped at Prairie Lights and bought a fine Oxford CD of Pergolesi's newly reconstructed Marian Vespers for pennies on the dollar. It's not exactly the most profound music ever written, but certainly lovely and perhaps some of it is worth adapting for the small Vespers group I play with at the Episcopal church.
Now, what disc, praetell, did I pull out of the player? Amy Winehouse's Frank.
Think about it.
Somewhere, an angel smiled.