I posed as a Classical Composer on the cover of 'The Little Red Songbook'. The style I called Analog Baroque was effective because it mixed 'poise' and 'the exquisite' with crudity and repellent subjects. It's wonderful to be disgusting and civilised at the same time. It's funny, yes, but not in a superficial way. It's profound in a way the Marquis de Sade would have understood and appreciated.
Classical composers have their time at court, their time of glory.
Then there's a falling out with the king, a change of fashion, a popular uprising, and the composers experience backlash, neglect and poverty, physical decline, deafness, blindness, madness and death. All of Vienna was on their side, but now they have only a gouty lapdog and a faithful harlot, also down on her luck. The last symphony remains, of course, unfinished. I always wanted to write a song called 'Sissy Classicist'. Classicists would tend to be anti-Christian, I feel.