I wonder what this says about me?
I hear a piece of 12-tone music, such as Anton Webern’s Five Pieces, Op 5, and I immediately start to smile and I want to dance. I get a little thrill, as if all the cells in my body feel a little spark. Obviously these were youthful pieces, perhaps a little rough. But still they make me happy. Almost all 12-tone music does, even the somber pieces seem to wake me up in special way.
Oh, I know, no one "does" 12-tone any more. Oh well.
And by the way, Ravel’s Quartet in F Major makes me very happy too.
What a lovely evening.