Chris Hobson
Well-Known Member
- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 2
I am decorating the tree in the living room and so, to get in the festive spirit, I have the telly tuned to a pop music channel playing a selection of the usual Xmas hits. Of course the music is punctuated by advertisements but not the sentimental stuff from the retail chains oh no. Instead the ads are alternating between over fifties life insurance and cremation plans. Presumably the only people listening to old Xmas pop tunes these days are those of us with one foot in the grave already.
Anyway, on to the dining room to put up some streamers and here we have a digital piano with a 280 watt six speaker sound system through which I can play my Spotify Xmas playlist which is rather more eclectic than the standard festive fare. On comes a version of Good King Wenceslas sung by a pretty standard sounding church choir. Here it gets interesting as the dialogue between Wenceslas and the page boy are sung by soloists. The King is represented by a guy with a deep powerful booming voice, think Brian Blessed on steroids. The page boy's part is sung by a soprano with nowhere near as much power. This combination made for some interesting dynamics to say the least.
Anyway, on to the dining room to put up some streamers and here we have a digital piano with a 280 watt six speaker sound system through which I can play my Spotify Xmas playlist which is rather more eclectic than the standard festive fare. On comes a version of Good King Wenceslas sung by a pretty standard sounding church choir. Here it gets interesting as the dialogue between Wenceslas and the page boy are sung by soloists. The King is represented by a guy with a deep powerful booming voice, think Brian Blessed on steroids. The page boy's part is sung by a soprano with nowhere near as much power. This combination made for some interesting dynamics to say the least.
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