It is said that if the statement "God doesn't exsist" is true, J.S. Bach's music alone would disprove it.

I woke up with a minor hangover this morning. Yes, I was drinking tequlia anejo (simply the best, senors and senoras!) last evening, and then later couldn't fall asleep because of this disturbing discussion I had sitting in a car. Two of my good friends here are, apparently, having severe problems in/ with their marriage, and perhaps (I hope not!) are headed towards Splitsville. Thus I woke up at 10.00 am, groggy and dehydrated.

Given this, Bach with breakfast seemed to be a capital idea. I began with his Cantatas - the gentleman turned out these masterpieces (yes, masterpieces even if they beseech the Lord to come and save dark skinned heathens like me) in a clock work fashion, one brand new one every Sabbath Sunday. Superb, like this honey on my cornflakes.

Yet, Bach's music for me is associated with the violin close on the heels of cello, however much I enjoy his great choral music (Jesu, Joy of a Man's Desiring is a piece that makes my hair rise every time I hear it) or his beautiful piano work, Goldberg Variations, as performed by the Canadian savant Glenn Gould. Perhaps this is because Bach and his essential motifs came to me via the music of Illayaraja, who infused Indian film music with really beautiful orchestral arrangements using banks of violins. So here is some Vitamin Bach Violin for you:

First Yehudi Mehunin playing "Chaconne from Partita No.2"

In this, Nathan Milstein plays a blazing fast "Partita No. 3 in E"

And finally, this one has all the violin greats, both young and old, on the same stage performing Bach's "Concerto in D Minor for Two Violins":

Too bad, I could find any of Heifetz playing Bach. He kills Bach let me tell ya.