Back on July 11, I wrote that I could hardly wait for August 11, when P&F no. 11 in F Major WTCII would come up on my list, and today it came around. What a gorgeous Prelude, with its supreme difficulty of holding down some of the descending notes, which result in a chord in so many of the measures. What would JSB have been thinking about when he wrote such a romantic prelude? His wife? A particularly golden sunlit day, and musical birdsongs on his way into the cathedral that day? The piece feels like an “exhale.” The three voice energetic fugue is nice, also, and is the only counter I can imagine to this luxurious prelude.