Gustav Holst’s The Planets consists of seven movements; there’s nothing for Earth because Earth has enough stuff already, and Pluto hadn’t even been discovered, let alone demoted. Jupiter, right in the middle, is responsible, says Holst and his copy of The Zodiac for Contemporary Composers, for jollity, although fitted with words — say, the words of Sir Cecil Spring Rice — it’s decorous enough for Remembrance Day ceremonies.
Well, maybe not when it’s scored for five pianos:
And at the outro, you’ll be reminded of a planet with which Holst was utterly unfamiliar.
(Via American Digest.)