I had a good weekend. On Saturday we saw a sublime performance of Alfano's Cyrano de Bergerac, with Placido Domingo in the lead. It was perfectly cast, the voices were gorgeous, as were the sets costumes, orchestra, the whole shebang. I wept buckets in the final scene. Rostand's play has more to say that I used to think, and acted well, it sings with complexity. Alfano's music was complex as well - modern and dissonant yet melodic and passionate. Very interesting.
Then we had dinner with our older son and his wife, and that was delightful. We hadn't seen him in a year. But it felt like a day, as we, as usual, had plenty to talk about.
Then yesterday my friend and I saw a touching, lovely documentary - Tibet in Song - that was educational, beautiful to listen to, and riveting with the story of a Tibetan man living in India who goes back to Tibet to record folk songs and is imprisoned for it. I'd so love to have the soundtrack.
Then the dogs and I watched a DVD of Carole King and James Taylor at the Troubador. It was an exceptionally musical weekend. And this morning, when I was walking the dogs, I found I could sing all of one of the Spanish songs from my chorus without score or words. Yeah!
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