MY DAD WAS A MUSICIAN. More specifically he was a choirmaster. We had an old Ferrograph tape recorder and he had some precious recordings that he held in high regard, including the Vienna Boys Choir, Fred Waring and his Pennsylvanians, the LSO Chorus, Mahalia Jackson and Tommy Dorsey and the Golden Gate Quartet.
But the best of them all was the choir of King's College Cambridge. Christmas music for the ages.
We had some Aussie friends around for Christmas in 1969. Dad said, "I'll play you the best choir ever."
Then Dad turned the tape recorder on and the first lines of "Once in royal David's city" issued forth from King's.
There was silence.
Then cousin Nick said "Did these bastards come from heaven?"
Listen and weep.
Or better still get the CD.