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Rating: She is not a soprano, he is not a baritone.
She puts in grit, but can be sweet.
He sings rough, but strives to be clear.
I don't even own a single record. Neither of hers, nor of his. And I don't think, I don't feel like having any. I don't care.
And it's not even that cool to talk about a record like this.
Do you want to mention Masada, for example? It rocks. As soon as I put it on, the other tenant of this humble abode asks for a divorce.
Not this one. As soon as you put it on, it reminds you of an old sweater. One of those you perhaps should have thrown away.
But it keeps you warm, makes you feel good.
And as soon as you put it on, you feel something.
You feel the respect.
Of one towards the other. Of one towards the other.
You feel they are playing, you feel they are even making fun of each other. But they are listening to each other.
They are there, saying to each other, how lucky.
How lucky to sing together with someone who is not a soprano.
How lucky to sing together with someone who is not a baritone.
And how lucky, now that they are no longer here, for those in Heaven. Because this is how people sing in Heaven.
And how lucky are we, that we can listen to a piece of paradise. Even now.
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