Dies Irae, Dies Illa
The concert went very well. OK, so call me a novice, but Mozart’s Requiem is, after all, my favourite choral piece, together with Handel’s Messiah. It was thrilling to sing such powerful words together with so many people. There were well over 200 people all together, plus the orchestra and the soloists.
Eleven of my students attended … or they bought tickets, anyway. I hope that somehow this will give me another chance to witness to them. Most of the people who are singing and listening do so with no thought to the words. They just enjoy the way the music sounds.
A couple of the Germans thought I was Italian. A few of the Japanese thought I was German. For whatever reason, the Korean soloist thought I was American before she even spoke to me. Everyone thinks Mama is Japanese. When people asked, I didn’t bother with the long, complex story of my ancestry and just said we were all American. I mean, all of us are … sort of.
G’night.
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