"In central Oslo, a carillon is playing (or something carillon-like). A carillon might play, oh, hymns. But this one is playing 'Take Five'—which sounds just wrong, on that instrument . . ."
Sounds lovely on clarinet, though, which is how I arranged to have it played at my dad's funeral.
My husband – who, unlike me, is an actually talented (not, at best, painfully mediocre) pianist – played the accompaniment. He's saxophobic, though.
This Memorial Day, we heard nearby churchbells playing "Turn Back, O Man" – or rather, playing Old 124th, which I couldn't place until I remembered, "Turn Back, O Man."
If you don't mind my asking...
"Work has taken me to Scandinavian capitals..."
I assume the prior trips were sponsored by your employers. Are you on your own dime now?
Playing it by ear!
Excellent journal. Thanks!
"In central Oslo, a carillon is playing (or something carillon-like). A carillon might play, oh, hymns. But this one is playing 'Take Five'—which sounds just wrong, on that instrument . . ."
Sounds lovely on clarinet, though, which is how I arranged to have it played at my dad's funeral.
My husband – who, unlike me, is an actually talented (not, at best, painfully mediocre) pianist – played the accompaniment. He's saxophobic, though.
This Memorial Day, we heard nearby churchbells playing "Turn Back, O Man" – or rather, playing Old 124th, which I couldn't place until I remembered, "Turn Back, O Man."
Wonderful!