“Listen," said Crowley desperately, “how many musicians do you think your side have got, eh? First grade, I mean.”
Aziraphale looked taken aback.
“Well, I should think-” he began.
“Two,” said Crowley. “Elgar and Liszt. That’s all. We’ve got the rest. Beethoven, Brahms, all the Bachs, Mozart, the lot. Can you imagine eternity with Elgar?”
Some shit I heard like fifteen years ago, but apparently he wasn’t even being a dick? People just went through and found originals of stuff attributed to him,and its got her name on it; which isn’t strange, I guess she was also a pretty well known musician at the time.
Well they have like… Maybe Bach? He’s pretty good. But about half the stuff attributed to him is actually by his wife, and she’s in hell, so…
sauce?
Some shit I heard like fifteen years ago, but apparently he wasn’t even being a dick? People just went through and found originals of stuff attributed to him,and its got her name on it; which isn’t strange, I guess she was also a pretty well known musician at the time.
The archive erased a bitch.