Felicity from Down Under posted: " Unnamed artists' contributions We were at a funeral where my voice singing some of Dr B's work was emanating from the speakers. Only we three would have known that, as there was no mention of performers on the memorial card and, although a home audien" tingledfangers
We were at a funeral where my voice singing some of Dr B's work was emanating from the speakers. Only we three would have known that, as there was no mention of performers on the memorial card and, although a home audience, it wasn't one familiar with my voice or Dr B's work.
I muttered to the Bs that it's becoming a habit to hear myself at funerals. Yeah. You might wonder if it's simply that we've arrived at the right demographic. I think it's more that we're always willing to contribute in acknowledging other creative people, particularly when they're long-time friends with whom we share - or have shared - creative histories.
Only we three knew how astonishingly special that recording was: one of Dr B's more experimental works that exists only in his computer, his phone, and now in this version as part of funeral music for our mate. As well as having composed it, Dr B is singing. YoungB is singing, I'm singing, another well-known friend is singing, and the mate we were celebrating was also singing. His was the voice that everybody knew, and the others were relegated to backing vocals. We thought that was the best send-off we could give him and felt that we'd truly played our part(s).
Then it was time to come home and donate to the charity-blanket collection. YoungB drove me to the drop-off point, and I left my squares at the door, in a box already brimming with enough others for a cheery, sizeable rug. It's not quite from the sublime to the ridiculous, but it's certainly a different section of the creative continuum; and all the creatives involved in the blanket will also be forever anonymous while being forever immortalised
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