Beautifully arranged with an acoustical treasure trove of flutes, singing bowls, cello, percussion, didgeridoo, jembe, piano, accordion and vocals, this is an aural journey not to be missed.
The flutes sink into a dreamy melody, soon to be joined by the oboes and tremolando strings, the melody gyrating somnabulistically and evanescing pp after eight bars.
Actually, it was the oddest-looking food I'd ever seen—the meat was cut in the shape of triangles, the bread was shaped like cones and cylinders and the puddings, like flutes.
Finally the Marionette, in a voice sweet as honey and soft as a flute, said to his companion: " Tell me, Lamp-Wick, dear friend, have you ever suffered from an earache? " " Never! And you? "