When I die: Spente Le Stelle

Now that Europe is threatened by Russian invasion, Chinese take-over and head-chopping terrorism, wise people make a do-list for one’s own funeral. I hope to live for another thirty weblogging years but if this hope is cut short then the survivors should know what music to play and what wine to toast with.

The wine was easy: Brunello di Montalcino. The music was difficult though, and it took a couple of bottles of BdMs to decide from Mozart’s Requiem or The Band’s The Last Waltz or Mahler’s Ninth by Bernard Haitink or perhaps something appropriate by Bob Dylan. It is amazing how tantalising it can be, this care that you want to provide your survivors with: some of who might not like classical music or some who might walk out when hearing Dylan.

My funeral choice is Spente Le Stelle (Dull are the stars), sang by Emma Shapplin and Giorgos Dalaras, see and listen to this YouTube video.

If you want to hear only enchanting Emma then see this video, which might be the original somewhat spooky clip. The latter would be your own preference though, because on my funeral I would want the duet with Giorgos. As said before, Europe must worry about the Greek economy, and this may well take those thirty years too.

Given this weblog’s vested interest in horses, I was very happy to see that Emma does riding too, see her website (more songs !).

Emma Shapplin and her horse (Source: her website)

Emma Shapplin and her horse (Source: her website)

It remains amazing what a long dress does for an apparently not too tall artist. On my funeral the ladies are thus invited to wear long dresses too, though those might be out of fashion by then, depending upon who gets Europe.

Emma Shapplin on Macadam Flower Tour (Source: her website and wikimedia commons)

Emma Shapplin on Macadam Flower Tour (Source: her website and wikimedia commons)

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