Karl Philipp Emanuel Bach, I think, was the son
who always wrote to old Johann Sebastian, begging his dad to give up all that dreary counterpoint, and try something hip like a fantasia for a change. Papa Bach paid no attention, but went fuguing on his old contrapuntal way; as a result, much of his best work was forgotten until nearly 80 years after his death, when Mendelssohn dredged it up, starting a revival that... More >>>
By Susan Cook
Ruffalo and Rosenthal in This Is Our Youth: Some things go worse with coke.