Well it's been a while since I've actually been moved to tears by music that I was playing, but it happened tonight. In all honesty, Bach's B Minor mass is one of the most Godlike works ever written, and anyone serious about music should at least know it. My emotional feelings arrived in the last movement which is the most beautiful fugue; its simplicity after so much intensity, a 4 hour rehearsal and a 2 hour concert, general tiredness, and recent emotional stetchings all contributed I think. Bach was truly a genius, and I shall remember that performance for a long time, if only for the sheer exultation and emotion I felt at the end (and for the need of agile jumpings between harpsichord and organ!)
Gavin and I were both playing, Rel, Claire, Rupert, Harry, and Eon all came along to the performance, and we went for a wonderful thai meal afterwards, got the last train to London, and then a taxi back to Walthamstow... decadence.
Bed time for tired continuo players!
2 comments:
Sounds like a fine evening, and very sorry to have missed it. On the other hand, I was in Birmingham watching Jason Donovan sing Sondheim.
Pondering which of us had the more musically satisfying time.
Last time I saw Jason live (like I see him loads..), he was as pissed as a fart, came on stage and talked for 10 minutes about f***ing Kylie, sang 3 songs, and left.
Mind you, it was very funny!
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