So, am having a bit of a classical renaissance in my place a the moment. There’s something about the winter that draws me back to the sounds of strings, altos, tenors and choruses. I know, I know – I have become a walking, talking cliché. But for me the sounds of summer are jangling guitars, catchy choruses and shiny pop, gleaming with the reflected glory of blue skies and the summer sun high in the air. Whereas winter needs, no commands something a little more soul-stirring. What was I saying about a walking, talking cliché?
Here are a couple of favourites that are accompanying me on these cold, dark days – I hope you enjoy them
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