Here is a rousing version of “O Say Can You See”, recorded yesterday at the end of Hooting Yard On The Air, on which I am accompanied by my son Ed. As you can hear, I was quite overcome with emotion and narrowly avoided having a fit of the vapours…
Hooting Yard
Was it the merely the force of the song, or was it the sudden realisation – the ‘naked lunch moment’ if you like – of the absurdity of what you were doing and the unlikely paths that brought you, ultimately, to the doing of it, that caused the near-vapours?
Brit : Good question. Both, probably, mixed with a swelling of paternal pride in my accompanist.