Alex Ross starts his new book with the a New Yorker essay from 2004:
I hate “classical music”: not the thing but the name. It traps a tenaciously living art in a theme park of the past. It cancels out the possibility that music in the spirit of Beethoven could still be created today. It banishes into limbo the work of thousands of active composers who have to explain to otherwise well-informed people what it is that they do for a living. The phrase is a masterpiece of negative publicity, a tour de force of anti-hype. I wish there were another name.
Really looking forward to reading the entire book.