We're listening to a satellite-type radio through Himself's phone. This means that we can type in an artist or genre, and it will play only that music without commercials. I think the application is called "Pandora."
ANYWAY . . .
We're all cleaning the house (and I'm mucking our our bedroom) so he has it connected through the house speakers. The current selection is Chris Tomlin.
It gets a little awkward when some of his live stuff is playing. There was a song with a girl praying at the beginning of the song, so all of us felt like we had to stop our conversations and not interrupt her. Seriously, we felt rude.
Personally, I don't think anything kills a song faster than making it into a choir arrangement. He went through it a few times, let the choir sing without him, then there was the key change and the Big Finish.
To top it off, he continued making comments and remarks during the applause. We couldn't stop laughing when Glenna put in her casual input.
Chris Tomlin: Amen. Amen Lord. That's it, right there. That's what it's all about.
Glenna: The Hokey Pokey?
2 comments:
Haha!
Hm. Can't say I'm really a fan of live recordings like that.
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