the voice
September 6, 2007
I 've got Verdi's Requiem playing in the headphones, with Luciano Pavarotti's beautiful tenor. This 1967 recording is one of my favourite requiems (yes, yes, yes, I have a bit of a requiem fetish). Pavarotti's gone now, passed this morning, and I am craving opera. But this is the first CD I found with his voice, so it's the requiem tonight.
Tomorrow, the wedding rehearsal for our friends Mike and Kerry. "Twoo Wuve" if I ever saw it. These two will be beautiful married. Sometimes you just have a feeling. Watch them together....there's a connection in a very deep place. Okay, enough. I hate blogs about marriage and weddings...Weddings should be like live concerts, not recorded, or video taped. Marriage ceremonies ought to be like poems written on a beach. Pictures ought to be minimal. It lives in your head and in your heart. That's it. How do you find the holy with all the crap surrounding weddings? How do you make it true and honourable inside the "wedding Industry"? I know Mike and Kerry have found a way. The Louster and I found a way. Marriages should be just "once". Which is what music concerts ought to be -- he says as Verdi's Requiem floods his head! Ha! Can you imagine how valued a live concert would be if no recordings existed of the artist's work? Or if there were a few songs out there, but that's it? That's the way we ought to go.
I'm still feeling the loneliness of writing...trying to understand it and keep on working. There is much that troubles me in the book...and it is good hard work to go with these characters, to care about them, and to let them go. I want to thank the kind folks on the previous post, for encouragement when it was sorely needed.
Go to the The ROAR website and come out on Friday, September 21, for a glass or two, and a lot of spoken-word, poetry -- ELEVEN shows in one night.