What do you want them to play at your funeral?
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Neil Young- Harvest moon
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The book of right-On-Joanna Newsom
I killed my dinner with karate
Kick 'em in the face, taste the body
Shallow work is the work that I do
Really?
Interesting funeral :) -
And they'd all join in, especially with the explosions!
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Ok A forest -the Cure and One Love -Bob Marley, happy now, serenity now........:)
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My My Hey Hey
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Really loud. Harmonica
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Actually, and seriously, probably "Recuerdos d'Alhambra", Segovia, solo guitar, in all it's scratchy vinyl glory - sic trasit etc. and aweful (in the original sense) music...
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Islander, I urge you (if not already) Gillian Welsh. Wonderful talent.
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Sofie, I know of Gillian - you're right - brillant!
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Now I'm onto Ziggy Stardust. that can be at mine as well. No words, just lots of muzak. Cheers Long week, well worth it.:)
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Bit of Paul Weller.
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For some reason I'm reminded of the story of how Laurie Anderson contacted the reclusive Thomas Pynchon with a view to creating an opera based on his magnum opus, Gravity's Rainbow. No problem, said Pynchon, on the single condition that it be scored for no other instrument than the banjo.
Banjos and funerals, made for each other.
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Heh, I like that this thread has been brought back from the dead.
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@ Sofie. That is not a funeral. That is a Disco.
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I think we should acknowledge Peter Sledmere's willingness to help out.
I can't help but think that officiating at funerals might be an ideal line of work for the retiring news broadcaster. As long as it's going be a person who didn't know me, I think I'd rather have my eulogy read by someone with good diction and bona-fide gravitas. In fact I think I will amend my will now, to provide an appropriate gratuity for any NZBC-schooled broadcaster who volunteers. (Although given that I was born in 1970, I hope to outlive you all).
As per my wishes upthread, he can say "And now John Clarke with We Don't Know How Lucky We Are. The time is... later than you think .
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The time is... later than you think.
Heh, this reminds me of my Dad's descriptions of being a teenaged airman stationed in England during the war; in the mess the RCAF were forever playing that Con Conrad song Enjoy Yourself (It's Later Than You Think)
... which always made him feel like they were trying to tell them something... and made him even more high strung and anorexic than he already was...The song was later made even more famous by Guy Lombardo and the Royal Canadians, but in the 40s the Con Conrad version was the one everyone knew.
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I heard it first via The Specials. Actually, that would be quite a good funeral song too.
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I can't help but think that officiating at funerals might be an ideal line of work for the retiring news broadcaster.
At my mother's funeral a couple of years ago we were fortunate to have veteran broadcaster Ian Johnstone as MC. He did it as a favour because he's my sister's friend, but it was a brilliant decision and the beautiful diction and appropriate gravitas was only part of it.
But otherwise you would have to choose your news broadcaster pretty carefully for such an important occasion as you only get one go at it.You'd have to be sure they would stick to the script and not ad lib, wink, smirk, or make smart asides to the funeral director.
Personally, I've long been a fan of Warwick Burke and the way his voice has aged over the decades. He used to be on TV in the old days before newsreaders were 'personalities'.
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But otherwise you would have to choose your news broadcaster pretty carefully for such an important occasion as you only get one go at it.
So wait, no Paul Henry?
"Dearly beloved we are gathered to farewell... no I have to say it. Look at the moustache on that corpse! Didn't anyone thing to wax that fucker!"
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Heh. With mortified Aunt Ali on the front pew making gestures at him to shut up..
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While some distraught grandson rushes up "That's my RAF grand-dad you fuckwit!"
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. . . stick to the script and not ad lib, wink, smirk, or make smart asides to the funeral director.
Which, rather horribly, does happen, with both "professional" celebrants and clergy. As Hilary says, you only get one go at it, and unlike most social cringes, the funeral variety remain graven on one's memory. Yuck.
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That's my RAF grand-dad
All about the trousers..
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Sacha- heh!
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Aha - a military brat. :)
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