So it is that recently on the Facebook and in other places I have heard about this movie "Frozen" and a certain song in that movie that has been alternately loved, imitated, parodied, or pilloried, depending on whom you ask. I still haven't seen the movie, and I made it an awfully long time without hearing that song. But then this one time I was on FrontRunner . . .
I have already explained at length my feelings on 6-year-old girls singing along elsewhere, so it will not surprise you, dear reader, that I was less than enthused that it was happening to me at that moment. I gathered what the song was by the repetition of the words
and after about two minutes decided I had heard enough of the song not only to understand everything anybody had said about it on Facebook, but to not need to hear it ever again.
But, you see, I was on FrontRunner . . .
|let it go let it go let it go let it go let it go|
(Forget key signatures being irrelevant in Scriabin--can we talk about key signatures being irrelevant in Bach? Modulating to E-flat minor? Who does that in the Baroque period?)
but when the music ended the singing was still coming from the end of the car. Take a look at the video: it's 12 minutes long. That means "Let it go" was on repeat. I did what anyone else would have done; I went to a different car and studied my music in peace.
Because, you see, FrontRunner is not like being trapped in an eternal winter; you can at least move to a different car.
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