I bet back in the day, when everyone was like "fuck you Bach, you're not Italian enough" and fricken Cassagini or some random Italian dude totally steals German counterpoint and adapts his ricercar bullshit-of-a-tocatta superficial trash.
yeah i went there.
i went fricken late 1600's into the mature baroque period.
And it's legit.
"How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of oil, growing, working, dying, with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life?"
- Charles A. Lindbergh, Reader's Digest, November 1939