After all those pop covers, let’s cleanse the palette with a complete original, shall we?
Here we have Eddie Izzard on horror movie soundtracks, which invariably warn us that Something Bad is About to Happen, and he reveals cellists to be the stalkers that we all know they are, bless their bass-clef hearts.
I’m fairly certain Eddie is not the first to riff on this subject, but it’s still an interesting discussion point: if you could have some poor overworked composer soundtracking your life like mad as you lived it, would you? Or would it give too much away? Could there be such a thing as too much music?!