Notes to a Grand July Forth or MTC go home!

Why in the name of Odin the Thunderer has CBS television horned in on the
annual July Fourth Esplanade concert and fireworks display??!!!
The whole hatch shell mishaugas survives because it's a nice unpretentious
local event. So of course CBS had to come blundering in with it's vagisil ads
and SUV commercials to tart the whole thing up like it's payday Coaltown.
We were also faced with that pie faced hammerhead Harry Smith acting as
"M.C." and slowing everything down to a frustrating crawl.
Oh and lets not forget the loud obnoxious commercial breaks, a nice set of
which cut a solid five minutes out of the pyrotechnic display. Good thing the
local park down the street nicely overlooks Cambridge we at least could see the
fireworks sans interruption.
Frankly anyone watching it on TV from coast to coast got screwed IMHO.
Speaking of interruptions, who the hell invited that joyless tramp
LeAnn Rimes to the show???
LeAnn must have some serious props with Bain Capital Gruppe or whoever set
up the Esplanade concert this year because her two songs were little more than
free advertisement for her current tour.
Ah but that is the Brave New Commonwealth, "welfare" is a form of gratis
publicity given to post pubescent C&W moppets and none other.
Gruesome musicality seemed to be the theme of the evening thanks to Mitt
Romney's best pals the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.
A greater collection of musical blunderbusses can't be found for the money,
the MTC does to the classics what your friendly neighborhood vivisectionist
does to stray dogs.
The Commonwealth is sodden with chorales and choirs but yet we must beg some
musical auslanders to groan over the Boston Pops on July Fourth.
All of a sudden we are like Palookaville or something.
It is the hour of patriotic kitsch down on the banks of the Charles,
forcibly grafting the Mormon Tabernacle Choir onto the proceedings is proof
positive that civilization has entered a bathetic decline here in the Bay State.
What John Adams would've made of this legion of blue polyester jacketed
androids from out the deserts of Utah can only be imagined.
With any luck he'd a bounced his trusty ale tankard off one of their gleaning
chromium heads.
Revolutions have started over less my friends.
But at least the fireworks still looked nice.
However I give fair warning to the powers that be, if next year the Mormon
Tabernacle Choir returns to overawe the Esplanade Concert with their toneless
yalping, we march!!!
Music for the people
By the people
And of the people
Shall not perish from this Commonwealth!