This past week has been strange. During the day I work with families of babies (up to age 3) with developmental problems. No Problem. Most nights I blog about cancer, again No Problem.
Mozart, however, has been causing me a problem.
I've been singing for probably 30 years now. Everything you can think of but mostly choral music. For the last few years I've been fortunate enough to perform with a wonderful group, the Carolina Vocal Arts Ensemble. This group of choral singers works their butts off and the performances are free. Each of them has my respect. Since the fall we have been working on the Mozart Requiem with the goal of performing it this past Saturday.
Starting Friday I was sad. Terribly, inexplicably sad. Crying in the shower and popping Xanax sad. Now don't get me wrong, I've been known to be moved by music to the point of tears but this was different. This was call the therapist, it's time for a tune up sad.
I'm blaming Mozart. My theory is that between the beauty of the music and the fact that it is a Requiem that he did not finish before his own death somehow sunk deep into my soul. Who knows?
The concert was last night and even with a day full of rain I'm not sad. Have any of you had a similar experience? If there are any recreational psychologists out there I'm open for analysis. I'm sure it will cost less than my co-pay.
Mozart, however, has been causing me a problem.
I've been singing for probably 30 years now. Everything you can think of but mostly choral music. For the last few years I've been fortunate enough to perform with a wonderful group, the Carolina Vocal Arts Ensemble. This group of choral singers works their butts off and the performances are free. Each of them has my respect. Since the fall we have been working on the Mozart Requiem with the goal of performing it this past Saturday.
Starting Friday I was sad. Terribly, inexplicably sad. Crying in the shower and popping Xanax sad. Now don't get me wrong, I've been known to be moved by music to the point of tears but this was different. This was call the therapist, it's time for a tune up sad.
I'm blaming Mozart. My theory is that between the beauty of the music and the fact that it is a Requiem that he did not finish before his own death somehow sunk deep into my soul. Who knows?
The concert was last night and even with a day full of rain I'm not sad. Have any of you had a similar experience? If there are any recreational psychologists out there I'm open for analysis. I'm sure it will cost less than my co-pay.