Possibly interesting. Possibly not. At all.
First, to set the scene, as it were…I should tell you that I have, over years of probable aural abuse, developed a degree of deafness. Both ears.OK? So what I think I hear is not always what is being conveyed.
I’m not a lover of “the great choral works.” Like Handl. But I was in here, doing a few things while the washing machine did its thing. The radio was on. What I heard went something like this:
I cannot tweet. I cannot tweet the day’s delights ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah I can …not…tweet.
I thought it was a spoof on Handl’s “how can I stay, when love invites” (I think from Samson and Delilah), but hey! I’ve already said I don’t care for this sort of music. Anyway, I turned it up (but still couldn’t clearly make out the words, thanks to the washing machine’s competition) hoping to learn that it was clever chap (or woman, and why not?) doing a number on George Frederick.
Being somewhat disappointed , I wondered if any of my readers might care to rise to the challenge….write a “new version” of a classic.Not an entire opera. Just something along the lines of what I thought I was hearing. Go on! You know you can do it!*
Put it on your blog and link back to this post. No prizes, I’m afraid, but we do like a bit of fun, don’t we.
Right! Laundry’s done so I’m off to market, jiggity-jig.
* Look, Mig! An asterisk! It’s so I can add that the reason I’m not re- writing lyrics is because I have too much real work to do. But if something pops into my head I might share it. But I do not tweet. I never tweet. Oh. No. I Neh-ehehe-eh-ver tweet.
Should probably put in a pretty picture…and an example of fortitude and endurance in the face of great odds. (That would be me, with the pruning gear)