On various blogs and message boards I've read lately I've encountered a lively debate over what we should call Classical Music. You know the kind of music I mean: a conductor at the front, a group of musicians scraping, blowing, plucking and striking a variety of instruments ranging from the 'fit your pocket' small, to the 'I need a dump truck to move this mother' behemoth; everyone reading from printed scores, most likely formally dressed, seldom smiling, earnest in their endeavours. Polite applause ripples around the auditorium, usually initiated either by the 'I know my stuff, so follow my...
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