Monday, March 9, 2009
My soul is filled
I just finished up a full weekend of concerts. Classical. 19 piece orchestra plus organ accompanied a chorus made up of almost 90 voices. There's nothing like having your feet go numb for the sake of singing with strings playing only a few feet away from you. Nothing can compare. Except in my dream world I would be paid to sing with the strings instead of the other way around. In comparison to the food world it would be like eating a Friendly's Reese's Pieces Sundae as a food critic and receiving reimbursement upon completion (along with only half of the calories counting). Side note: Upon looking up how to spell this particular sundae I found a list of healthier alternatives from Friendly's. The healthiest alternative listed was Spanish Rice. I'm not sure how eating that would take the edge off of desiring a sundae or even coming close to replicating any part of the Reese's Sundae. Then again, perhaps I am underestimating the power of this particular rice. I'm obviously not Spanish.
We performed the Faure Requiem which was just beautiful. Our director, Katie, managed to get most of the soprano section to hold their wobble. She worked hard to make us sound more angelic-like. I was always so moved by the second movement. It is written for the altos to begin and then the men come in and there is this playful banter. It is very moody. In parts of the Poulenc Gloria I was transported to movie land. I recently rented the movie musical Sweeney Todd. Yes, a bit graphic in spots. I did quite a bit of shielding my eyes from the spurting blood. The score was absolutely splendid, imaginative, playful. If you could get over the fact that Johnny Depp was singing then all was well. During the fifth movement of the Poulenc I was the star in my own movie, the sequel to Sweeney Todd. Less blood in this one.
The first night I looked out into the audience to see that the youngest ones attending had managed to stay awake for the whole concert. That is a first. Before leaving the house I suggested to my children that they take something along to color. They all said they didn't need to, they would be listening to the music. So thankful that they have supported me over the years through my chorale involvement by attending and finding ways to make me feel special. They brought me purple tulips. The same tulips that just days earlier I had longingly gazed upon in the grocery store- without my dear husband's knowledge!
I can only hope that as the older generations pass away that my children will be first in line to take their place as patrons of excellent music. There is something about notes placed in just the right spot and performed with such sensitivity that has great power to stir the soul. My soul is filled.