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Well, the main story here is really a second-hand memory.  First, the present-day context:  The postlude at church this morning was by Oliver Messiaen (Apparition de l'église éternelle).  The pastor commended it to the congregation and suggested that we sit and listen to it instead of rushing out as usual.  I think that's beca

I've long hated those dorky, up-a-half-step, shotgun modulations.  Some time ago I figured out why.  This started out as a bit more of a rant when I e-mailed it to a friend ten or so years ago: