Sunday, September 19, 2010
When I hear this song, I think of some great banquet hall all decorated for a winter gala. There are candles in crystal chandeliers and wreaths of holly, and fir boughs, and velvet ribbons are hung everywhere, wound around wooden beams. Lords and ladies are dressed up in bright colors, and are wearing exotic masks. Then the king enters the hall, and at 1:17, everyone stops their dancing momentarily to look at their king in all his finery, then the sweeping dance starts up again.