My car-mounted iPod isn't working well today, so I turn on the radio. Flipping thru the stations, something catches my ear --"Cutting-edge Classical" the tagline goes. Whoa, I think. Now THIS I gotta hear. I'm picturing avante-garde artists that play Beethoven using nothing more than dental floss and a tin of lima beans. After the Moonlight Sonata, the artist would no doubt douse themselves in raw compost and light the stage on fire as a statement against the Man.
Alas, the mellow-voiced DJ dissapoints. In the same tone as the narrator from Masterpiece theater, the DJ drones on about a Hungarian guy that will conduct the next Bach piece in (gasp) b major.