Updatism

So, I went to a wedding confirmation ceremony where the bride's relatives turned out to be the Von Trapps, only, you know, without the morally suspect Third Reich connotations. I've been negotiating various thoroughly exciting things with the good people of Sofawolf Press, which is one of the reasons why progress has been slow on FANG 2FG -- the other reason being the sheer, staggering volume of submissions, and of those that I've read almost all have been nothing short of excellent.

In the event that there's enough interest, will be hiring me to record a book-on-CD version of his excellent novel Volle, which I'm very excited about. It's a return to the theatre which I so loved but simply haven't made time for in recent years. I've recorded some samples, which Kyell will be putting up shortly to gauge interest and if there's enough of a response (responses being pre-orders with which he'd pay me -- 'tis the season for commercialism!), and, just for the lark of it, I've engaged in that most atrocious of musical traditions:

Karaoke.

For your enjoyment, The Fairy Tale of New York, originally by The Pogues, now performed by the cast of "Volle" :)

The above was recorded in a single take, no less! Lyrics and singing characters below the cut.

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Helfer
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, 
won't see another one

Volle
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Helfer
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you

Volle
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

Dereath
They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old

Arrin
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome

Tally
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more

Tish
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

Xiller
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

Ilyana
You're a bum
You're a punk

Welcis
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed

Ilyana
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

Richy
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

Dereath
I could have been someone

Volle
Well so could anyone

Dereath
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you

Volle 
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

Helfer
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day