The classical music radio station host told the audience she recently discovered a nineteenth century minor composer she liked and that the station was offering the cd for a pledge of seventy-five dollars as the riding lawn mower roared past their little travel trailer drowning out the first five minutes of the newly discovered piece of music that when he was able to hear it sounded more eighteenth century than mid- nineteenth. The piano had a distinctly harpsichord sound and the lilt of the tempo made him think of young maidens in white dresses dancing merrily through an English garden. The riding mower roared again after the rider took a bathroom break thus blocking out the rest of the piece. The listener caught the next pitch for a pledge and thought to himself, “and this is what we left home for” thinking a camping trip would be just the needed anti- dote to the ubiquitous roar of riding mowers in his neighbor- hood. He had actually been looking forward to a different roar, the roar of the concert goers after the final note by the orchestra of the eighteenth century minor composer’s composition but he wouldn’t even have heard that if the riding mower hadn’t roared past because the composer only had minor status and the concert goers probably would have given the piece a polite but quietly reserved reception — unlike that the man was experiencing on his getaway camping trip.