I fell in love with this work when I was 16. I know it inside out.I love most of Mozart and ALL Beethoven symmpnohies. The 7th is my all time favorite.I will only go hear it with 2 people…ok, maybe 3…
Anyway, last night we went to hear my sister-in=law Stephanie Whittick, who is a robust wonderful joyous professional mezzo soprano.She was singing in Haydn’s Harmonium Mass.”Yay, a concert” They always ask Steph to join them because she is so great. She keeps everything together.Her voice is so assuring, you know everything is going to be alright. She’s there…yes,you guessed, it’s a community ensemble. Quite a respected one , however first and foremost,a community organization…
So when we arrived she told us that there was a first half before she came on and if we wanted to go for coffee,”s’all good”!! When I heard they were play a double horn conerto and the Haffner symphony I said”Oh we’d love to stay and hear that…”Here’s what happened….
Got through the horn concerto.One of the musicians was wonderful…she carried the entire performance.OK, it’s a non professional group with a few plants to boost it up….all good “don’t be so judgemental and critical!!”.Then came the Haffner….I started squirming inside…overlooking the un eventful octave opening…the lack of attention paid to the space inbetween the first 2 phrases….the lack of change in DYNAMINCS…EVERYTHING THE SAME FEEL…THE SAME ATTACT FOR EVERY PHRASE,NO NUANCE,NO FEELING AND “TUUNNEEE THOSE *@#&^$^&%%#$^&!@*()@#$*&^$%^*& VIOLINS!!!!!!!!!!!!”
I don’t know what came over me..I started crying, my husband looked over and saw a big baby sitting beside him bawlling her eyes out….He didn’t have a clue what was wrong…I grabbed a piece of paper (for a church donation) in the box on the back of the pew in front of us….I wrote In hard black pencil, the words above, only I didn’t hide the actual word…you know what I mean!
I started churning inside , churning, tears were coming down my face…I was getting mad at everyone!:the conductor, the musicians, and all the people in the audience….sadness had turned to anger and frustration………I grabbed another piece of pink paper and……. wrote a poem….
Then it was intermission……aaaahhhhh
Went back in,heard Steph’s beautiful voice and everything was right in the world…..phew…..