Auch das Schoene muss sterben
Sep. 11th, 2002 10:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phineasjonesback from the mozart requiem. traffic and parking made us a little late and the church sanctuary and basement were full. we joined a crowd on the lawn listening through the window. this was one of those rare moments when i wish away my education. i couldn't help but think several times during movements of dies irae that the text was startlingly inappropriate for the occasion. fiery inferno yes, but wrath and judgment? so instead of being calm and just listening, of course i was thinking what piece i would have chosen. i think the faure requiem would be more appropriate. it has only a tiny bit of the dies irae and is much more focused on peace and comfort. or the brahms requiem... ("blessed are they that mourn; for they shall be comforted"). or even, shorter, nanie. siena pointed out that if you don't know what the latin means, the mozart feels onomatopoeic-ally appropriate - the right amount of fear, drama and comfort. this is true, i think. hence, the damned education. which also led me to cringe at the flatness of the sopranos during the lacrymosa.
as a gesture though, the event was really nice. it was beautiful, to lie back on the grass and look up at the sky, siena resting her head on my tummy, and listen to mozart and reflect.
i shouldn't have had the radio on in the car on the way home. bush's speech at the pentagon made me want to barf. no surprises. but the reading of the names in nyc... that's the kind of thing that gets me. and, thinking about last year... how i heard about it and all isn't that interesting. but, it happened that all the bu choirs and the opera institute were preparing performances in memory of the holocaust. so, all the music was horribly sad, depressing... i would have conducted my first rehearsal that day. but instead, two days later i started working with the first year treble chorus on i never saw another butterfly - settings of poems by children who were at terezin. the poor first years... all of us had a hard time keeping it together.
even though i walk, through a dark and dreary land, there is nothing that can shake me, she has said she won't forsake me, i'm in her hand.
as a gesture though, the event was really nice. it was beautiful, to lie back on the grass and look up at the sky, siena resting her head on my tummy, and listen to mozart and reflect.
i shouldn't have had the radio on in the car on the way home. bush's speech at the pentagon made me want to barf. no surprises. but the reading of the names in nyc... that's the kind of thing that gets me. and, thinking about last year... how i heard about it and all isn't that interesting. but, it happened that all the bu choirs and the opera institute were preparing performances in memory of the holocaust. so, all the music was horribly sad, depressing... i would have conducted my first rehearsal that day. but instead, two days later i started working with the first year treble chorus on i never saw another butterfly - settings of poems by children who were at terezin. the poor first years... all of us had a hard time keeping it together.
even though i walk, through a dark and dreary land, there is nothing that can shake me, she has said she won't forsake me, i'm in her hand.
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Date: 2002-09-14 03:30 pm (UTC)thanks.