Dennis Brain explains (briefly) the horn, and then plays the Beethoven Horn Sonata opus 17. Denis Matthews, piano.
Is there any occupation less sinister or better intentioned than that of the musician?
And if you have not heard Dennis Brain play Britten's Serenade for Tenor, Horn and Strings...
The day’s grown old; the fainting sun
Has but a little way to run,
And yet his steeds, with all his skill,
Scarce lug the chariot down the hill.
The shadows now so long do grow,
That brambles like tall cedars show;
Mole hills seem mountains, and the ant
Appears a monstrous elephant.
A very little, little flock
Shades thrice the ground that it would stock;
Whilst the small stripling following them
Appears a mighty Polypheme.
And now on benches all are sat,
In the cool air to sit and chat,
Till Phoebus, dipping in the west,
Shall lead the world the way to rest.