What is there in Music which immediatly links to feelings and memory?
I never know during the course of an opera the very moment when all of the sudden I will be on the verge of tears and next,crying.Requiems are made for crying,but not only. Sometimes it happens just like that, you are witnessing some unusual event, which takes you by surprise !
Two years ago,on a November sunday on my way to the operahouse for'Madame butterfly I discovered a strange street happening on the square in front of the operahouse and along the sea-front.
When I came out after the performance, it was twilight and it suited even more the
purpose of this celebration: The Mexican celebration of death rituals for the Day of
the Dead.
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I could not help thinking of the only Mexican person I 'sort of' knew, Rolando Villazon, and strange enough he was also crossing his first silent period.
During an interview on Radioclassique I heard him talk about his beloved Grandmother who insisted in having him enrolled in the highly esteemed German school.He also told us they never knew where she disappeared when she passed away. She warned them she was leaving,and she vanished... He was telling this family story so simply, I could feel a kind of magic thread,linking to the old Japanese tradition where old people feeling the end coming retire to the forest to die, to the tribal rites where death is exorcised with masks and dancing around the food and offerings which are provided to the dead . The display I could see around the sea front was a mixture of religious and tribal rites, the brass-band gave blasting tunes to match the pantomimes of giagantic ghosts , death figures of human imagination.It was shaking and flabbegasting.
If Rolando Villazon does stage managing I am quite convinced that all that richness
I coud only glimpse at on that evening in Marseilles, will be poured in his work.
A few picts but no music as I was not equipped for music, I regret it, as music is the bridge to ...I have not the answer yet!
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