More musical (and personal) musings
May. 8th, 2006 12:24 amToday was the second (and final) performance by our combined choruses of the Brahms German Requiem and several other works. I was happy to see
bikergeek in the audience. I always love it when friends show up to see what I'm up to.
Although Father's Day is a month away, I've got to get this off my chest now...
The conductor's father also sings with the Braintree Choral Society, and I had the privilege of standing next to him for today's concert. He's truly a wonderful man, and afterwards I thanked him for giving us the incredible music director we had for the past two years. Both father and son are truly remarkable men, and I feel privileged to have worked with each.
A requeim is a moment of mourning, and standing next to the conductor's father had me mourning the relationship I never had with my own. My father never shared anything with me. Oh, I was sometimes allowed to be his helper on this project or that, but the feeling was definitely that this was his agenda, and my presence meant little except as a spare pair of (klutzy) hands. When I read or hear of artists or musicians who shared their craft with their sons, I shed a tear for what I could have had.
Joseph and Jean-Pierre Rampal.
Ellis and Wynton Marsalis.
Thelonius Monk and T.S. Monk
Jack and Justin Smith
Fathers and sons who shared their love in their craft, I envy you...
Although Father's Day is a month away, I've got to get this off my chest now...
The conductor's father also sings with the Braintree Choral Society, and I had the privilege of standing next to him for today's concert. He's truly a wonderful man, and afterwards I thanked him for giving us the incredible music director we had for the past two years. Both father and son are truly remarkable men, and I feel privileged to have worked with each.
A requeim is a moment of mourning, and standing next to the conductor's father had me mourning the relationship I never had with my own. My father never shared anything with me. Oh, I was sometimes allowed to be his helper on this project or that, but the feeling was definitely that this was his agenda, and my presence meant little except as a spare pair of (klutzy) hands. When I read or hear of artists or musicians who shared their craft with their sons, I shed a tear for what I could have had.
Joseph and Jean-Pierre Rampal.
Ellis and Wynton Marsalis.
Thelonius Monk and T.S. Monk
Jack and Justin Smith
Fathers and sons who shared their love in their craft, I envy you...