Learning this to rehearse tonight. This means reading the words, listening without singing, humming the tune, getting the rhythm, reading and marking up the sheet music, singing with the words, singing again, and again and again, and again, getting past the weeping bit (when the music is so beautiful (it nearly always is) and has infiltrated and lacerates the soul).
Music can be a wounding experience. Beautifully wounding.
Music, art, writing, they’re all the same. Each has movements/chapters/passages of light and dark. Each has crises and climaxes. Denouements, interludes, beginnings and endings. Changes of pace. Surprises. Contrasts. Counterpoint. Drama. Acting. Action. Feeling.
All art wounds, beautifully.
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