Jazzing up an old hymn

By Nigel Featherstone
Updated April 18 2018 - 1:29pm, first published August 9 2013 - 5:00pm

So odd. I'd not heard anything like it for decades. But there it was, as it unmistakably left my lips and hung in the air. A whistle. Yes, a whistle, complete with shrilly vibrato, as though it had emerged from one of those content old men who can knock out any melody at the drop of a hat.



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