Hopefully 'toirkey' and such was delicious.
I love Ives, particularly that massive first sonata, on to the Concord, then that three page essay, and throw in the early piano trio.
Ives is always the great American 'original'.
But not to reign on the Yankee parade, it is often forgotten that Ives was trained as an organist. He loved Franck -not terribly trendy for the 20th century boys- so the music historians understandably ignore the transgression. Franck was terribly out of fashion by the time Ives was 'canonized', very inconvenient for them.
Richard Taruskan, as usual, had something pertinent to say about this:
Ives' special favorite composer was Franck... it followed in part from Ives's background as an organist: he kept a reproduction of Rongier's famous portrait of Franck seated at the organ tacked to the door of his music studio... [...] But of course the twentieth century taught us all to pay more attention to manner than to substance.... We might learn something new about him, and perhaps get closer to him, if the next time there is an Ives festival we placed a little less emphasis on his familiar -indeed, hackneyed- image as an 'American', and an 'original' and risked a greater emphasis on the dowdy, corny substance he shared with the composers who actually mattered to him.