A few days back, as (most of) the kids, Sarah, and I were heading back from the pumpkin patch in Riverton, we heard a piece on Wyoming Classical Radio that caused me some not-insignificant confusion. At times, it was very (J.S.) Bach-like; at others, somewhat more modern. And I simply could not figure out what was going on.
Then, as the piece ended, the announcer said that it was by Bach—but it was J.C., not his father. And that made a bit more sense to me. Could help to explain the similarities to his father's works, right? Without requiring it to be quite a Baroque-ian as one might expect? Still, something didn't quite jive for me—too many "not-entirely-right moments" to explain as merely the result of a generational difference—so I dug a little deeper.
Turns out it's not by J.C., after all, but by one Maestro Henri Casadesus, a French violist, viola d'amore player, and music publisher from the turn of the last century who was also, apparently, a mostly-clandestine (and quite good) composer.
Enjoy!