A Night at the Symphony
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A blissful evening it was. Trying to shake some of the philistine characteristics I’m endowed with, I took my precious love to the symphony. The Rite of Spring in the Andrew Jackson Hall at the Tennessee Performing Arts Center. The Nashville Symphony Orchestra, conducted by Giancarlo Guerrero, opened its orchestration with a piece composed by Richard Danielpour, the Songs of Solitude. It was a melodious combination of majestic euphony, conjuring up visions of each to their own.
The prologue A Meditation in Time of War took me to a place of long ago where ships sat quietly in murky water, waiting for the fog laden sea to clear. The orchestration went from diminuendo to a musical caesura, just before the striking of drums. Then the crescendo called each man to oar, rowing mainland to attack thine enemy.
After intermission they played Igor Stavinsky’s Le Sacre du printemps [The Rite of Spring]. Again, the sweet-sounding resonance of strings, horns, and the occasional drum roll took one off to magical places. A time of romance, lonely sorrow, or simply a frolic in the grass of yesteryear.
The symphony is a breathtaking and invigorating experience in which music penetrates the ear and fills one with dreams. Thomas Beecham once said, “magical music never leaves the memory.” I recommend everyone to go.
