Saturday, July 26, 2025

The Traitors Prom

I am cruising along the M53 when this afternoon's performance begins. 
We start off with Ave Maria, and I chuckle to myself, not being able to think of anything but that episode of Father Ted (IYKYK).

Tonight it is The Traitors prom. It is a global phenomenon we are told, but unfortunately I am one of the  uninitiated. From what I can gather, it's a bit like Takeshi's Castle for the culturally-enriched. It's set in a Scottish castle, and you are either a Traitor or a Faithful, on a quest to swipe a bag of gold at the top of the tower. Sounds a bit like Hex at Alton Towers?

Really liked the opening number. Sleek, modern, exciting. It ends with one of my favourite of all ceremonial instruments - the bagpipes.

While I'm not yet on board with whether I am a Traitor or a Faithful, there is one deadly sin that I succumb to when I hear the opening dongs of Saint-Saens' Danse Macabre: Jealousy. Why oh why did I not book to see this prom live? By this time I am pulling into my driveway, and I keep the engine running while this symphonic poem plays out.





I switch off in haste when a Britany Spears' cover follows, but only to run into the living room to hook up BBC sounds to my hifi via bluetooth. 

The rest of the first half is a bit of a blur as I nurse my wound of missing out on the opportunity to witness Danse Macabre live. But there is a excerpt from Puccni's Tosca; an opera I remember seeing at Liverpool's St George's Hall back in, I think, 2019.


By the time the second half beings I am a bit more relaxed, sitting on my sofa with laptop on lap, typing this up as I try to listen and interpret in real time. We sway from choral to modern mixes. I confess that I'm finding it hard to get on board with 'the game', being more focused on the music itself. Finding it difficult to keep up with the music coming up ad hoc, with no published guide to help me out. But, in any case, may the music play! I'll enjoy listening to the rest of the murders as I put a load in the washing machine.





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