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Voices of Torture Go get the Voices of Spring by Johann Strauss, Jr. and listen to it. Make sure it has the vocals instead of just music. Every time I hear this song I grind my teeth and become extremely uncomfortable. I want to grip at my chair tight and squirm. I even played it for Lothar and he said it made him feel like he had to go out and get drunk. If Strauss had heard his music sung in this manner he would have ripped up his own music. Here it is... We are sitting in a room during the afternoon hours and the sunlight is pleasantly pouring into the room with a warm glow. The walls of the room have a bright happy yellowish glow to them. A piano is placed near the long with windows that have long heavy golden brown curtains pulled aside to let the light in. Chairs are placed in rows with a narrow center isle and no room on the ends for escape. I am sitting in the front row to the very end where there is no escape. There is an object that I am sitting next to and Lothar is to my left seated. The room fills up and I am uneasy anyway since I hate going to stuff like this. A young lady with brown hair stacked up in curls upon her head is nicely dressed in formal gown that is a peachy gold color. She has some kind circlet in her hair. Not sure what that is. The room hushes as she stand at the front of the room with the pianist seated at his chair. I think it is a man dressed in a suit. She looks at her audience and confidently begins to sing at the appropriate moment of the tune. She is singing Voice of Spring by Johann Strauss, Jr. I gulp hard at the first raw note that sticks in my throat like poorly chewed piece of beef. I am hoping that she just got off to a rough start. Note after note I feel more miserable about being there. She is absolutely awful. How could anyone stand it? It seemed as though the song would last forever. I glanced uneasily about the room to see if anyone else felt as pain as I did. Lothar looked at me as if to say, "Get me the Hell out of here!" But there was nothing we could do without disrupting the whole performance. So Lothar and I had to sit through her entire song. That's as far as I remember for now. |