Wow! What an evening!
Imagine being on a magic carpet flying from one continent to the next, experiencing all sorts of people and their culture, their emotion, their pain, their joy, their dignity, their courage and bravery, their sense of adventure, their romance, their fortitude, their patience and their majesty. Imagine the carpet touches down on our own United States and you suddenly experience the glory that our country was and the glory that her people can bring her back to, and your heart beats faster in your chest with a patriotic fervor. Imagine all of that within the space of 2 hours.
That was my evening tonight experiencing the Mormon Tabernacle Choir for the first time, up front and center.
Starting off the coast of Europe with Welsh and Gaelic hymns, sweeping through the echoing majestic cathedrals of Europe with pieces by Gounod and Rossini, one even sung in the proper Latin, then suddenly flying across the American Plains with the early pioneers, in my minds eye, cresting the mountain tops with the setting sun while sitting mesmerized by their “Pilgrim Song.”
Then after that almost anesthetizing moment in time, being suddenly and brutally wrenched from joy as the tortured shackled sound of African American Slave Spirituals wrench your heart and moisten your eye, watching and hearing and feeling the anguish of the soloist singing these songs of hopeless hope and desperation.
And then, out of nowhere, to save you and raise you from that pit of sorrow, comes Nikolay Rimsky-Korsakov’s mighty “Glory!” to fill you with impetuous bravado, and you are brought even further up as you are treated to the majestic courts of King David and Solomon, or so it seems by the sounds of a Sephardic Wedding Song straight out of The Ten Commandments or Ben-Hur!
And then, almost as an antidote so that one does not explode from all the excitement, comes to your ears absolutely beautiful and harmonic sounds from Nigeria, and you close your eyes and sway with the choir as you are swept away to…to the Plateau State in central Nigeria, to the vast plains and mighty waterfalls and exotic animals, and it comes to mind, what a beautiful people to have made such a beautiful sound.
Suddenly, you are torn from this, almost too soon the carpet brings you back to the States, where you are treated to romance and adventure and fun and the American Way of Life by the likes of Berlin, Rodgers, Gershwin and Willson. But temperance being a good thing, an emotional rendition of “Sunrise, Sunset” returns you to reality while it recalls the sufferings of a people through the sufferings of a father. I sat there and thought deeply of my own father who loved the film more than any other film, and I whispered, “Dad, wherever you are, pay attention to this!”
There was a huge American Flag stage left and it seemed proper that the wind should begin to gust so mightily that the flag snapped and whipped about whilst the Choir and Orchestra mightily roared the “Battle Hymn of the Republic” and left the piece echoing in our ears as they took their final bows. This was the end of the program, but they encored in the Mighty Mountains and Green Rolling Hills of Austria with an astoundingly beautiful rendition of “Climb Every Mountain.”
The Choir ended the performance very appropriately, seeing the various cultures and races represented by the members, with “This Land Is Your Land,” and of course everyone was singing along!
In spite of the weather, this turned out to be a wonderful evening with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir at Bethel Woods. Mind you, it rained at Woodstock too!!