Pazdziora's music seduces you with its solemn gaiety, its reckless dignity, its joyous heartbreak. The self-constraint of the English tradition collides with the wildness of the Celts, creating a unique and potent magic. Something in the music catches hold, and the subtle interweave of harmony and melody refracts your passions, your terrors, your joys. It's like finding yourself in an unknown world, only to run into an old friend; his music gives melody to the delighted cry, "Oh, you've got here too?"

Move over, Andrew Lloyd-Webber.

No. Really. Please move over, Mr. Webber.

you suck! like who cares that kind of msic suks