BWV 26 Ach wie flüchtig, ach wie nichtig (Ah, how fleeting, ah how insignificant)
Today’s cantata is a cheery one about our impending death. The sense of futility is particularly well captured in the opening chorale which feels frantic and primaeval. All souls welcome.
Professor Jon Chapman from the University of Oxford invites us to ponder the fleeting moment when sound waves reach our ears before it disappears. Using some careful calculations, Jon suggests that we might even be able to hear the shape of a drum.