| My Palm Sunday experience was not on trumpet, but as a volunteer singer in a symphony chorus colleague's church choir singing the Faure Requiem. A few of us had to perform the Mozart Requiem later that afternoon, but we figured the Faure is gentler and mild compared to, say, something with force like Beethoven 9 or Verdi Requiem, so no harm in singing both requiems in one day. Singing the Faure was nice, since I had previously played French horn for a different chorus and was familiar with the chorus parts (the music was already in my head, so to speak). What made the singing of the Faure so timely was that it was dedicated to a church member who had recently passed away. Singing the "In Paradisum" brought so much more meaning. I should have felt "Requiem"-ed out by the end of the day, but instead experienced a sense of repose and reflection.
Liz
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"I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it."
~from "The Shawshank Redemption" |