So today I'll try to go to a new bazaar, believe it or not. I can't even imagine it, but that's what I'm going to do. This will be the strangest idea ever, the idea that our bazaar isn't here anymore, but it's not.

Piano notes all over the place, and then there's a bit of processed strings in the background. Strauss cuts in suddenly, oddly, at just the moment when I start to understand what I'm saying. Horns and strings fight it out, as they always do in Strauss. Richard, not Johann, of course. With Solti at the helm, you can't go wrong, though. And there's a buildup, and then, boom, just like that, the choir explodes into Verdi, for no other reason than iTunes told them to. And they're off at breakneck speed, like horses on a track. If I had to guess, I'd say the tenors are winning, but it's certainly close. The altos are now neck and neck... but wait! Oh look, as usual, the sopranos come in and try to steal it. Ah well, such is life, damned sopranos.