This is the perfect summer sky out my back door. Yesterday’s slothful doldrums have given way to low humidity, clear skies, and temperatures in the 60s and 70s. There are songs of frogs, birds, cicadas, a nap stolen on a deck chair, lazy lawn mowers in the distance. The day calls for shrimp salad and chardonnay, long bicycle rides, and a glorious major-key P&F by Bach. All have been provided, especially the Eb Major P&F from WTCI, four wonderful pages of building nobility in the prelude which is preluded itself by nine measures of standard Bach chordal progression built on increasingly frenetic scalar material, followed by slow, quarter note nobility, slowly made more complex by the return of scalar development, and followed by a three voice fugue which, again, the word “noble” just keeps returning and returning to improve my own humanity. Am I repeating myself? Just get the thing out and play it for yourself. If the weather is perfect (or even if it isn’t), you’ll know what I’m banging on about here.