On Being Olde

The only Respighi I can listen to with equanimity—and it is more than equanimity, I am ashamed to say: it is positively pleasure—is "Ancient Airs and Dances."  The only Prokofiev I've ever truly enjoyed is the "Classical Symphony."


So perhaps it should have been no surprise when I found that the clearly pseudo-ancient to whom I'd been listening on the radio was none other than the usually tedious Edvard Grieg. My friends, the Holberg Suite:

And, just to reinforce your entirely correct impression that he strongly resembled Albert Einstein:

Yea, verily.