I can't believe I'm writing this.
I bought Andreas Scholl's O Solitude because Borders was going out of business, and it was cheap. I also bought Hilary Hahn's Higdon and Casals' Bach cello suites.
Henry Purcell deserved his title Orpheus Brittanicus. For me he is divine. Music reached a state of perfection in the middle Baroque, and here in this English music there is no Italian showing off or German intellectualizing.
It's a wonderful recording. The phrases sweep with such grace. Just think of the countertenor as a new, somewhat strange instrument. "Music for a while shall all our cares beguile." Perhaps it is the ideal postlude to a practically perfect Fairy Queen.
What have all these centuries been for when already such perfection has been achieved?