Silent night
I just remembered,
When I was a spotty lad of about 16 circa 1975 and still enjoying drama, the drama class put on a very edited version of Oh! What a Lovely War, for the old folks Christmas Party.
Gawd knows why, maybe something to do with my last name, I was chosen to sing Stille Nacht from the back of the hall, with the English on stage joining in after the second line.
So there I was, in a second world war Nazi helmet, and a first world war bayonet singing Silent Night, in German, and those miserable Tommies NOT JOINING IN! Thankfully the line Hey Fritz, come over and share a drink echoed around an absolutely silent audience, which I had to walk through.
Halfway there, and one of the pensioners leant back on his chair and blocked my way, took one look at me, and said 'Good on ya Fritz' shook my hand and wiped his eyes.
I'm positive it was not my singing, good, bad, or otherwise, but a long and distant memory he had.
I never felt that humble for a very, very long time.
But that's another story.
(lordy lordy, Tue 23 Aug 2011, 6:20, 1 reply)

What was the thinking
behind matching that particular work and audience?
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Tue 23 Aug 2011, 8:59, closed)