My Sunday

I wake up early on Sundays, at 6:00 or 7:00, I don't want to miss the early performance of the birds in my garden. Every Sunday I am offered a sublime 2-hours symphony for sparrows, blackbirds and other species. Although I am mad about music, I have accepted that no human creation can match this marvel in harmony and invention.

Sometimes I make an exception and the human talent comes via the earphones instead of the birds. Coltrane, Bach, Bill Evans, Satie. Today I listened to The Beautiful Voice, of the great Renee Fleming. Not a new cd (1998), but one of her best. The big soprano made a selection, from arias to folksongs, of the perfect  material for her voice. The result is astonishing. You have never heard such a Rachmaninov Vocalise before, or a simple, exquisite folksong d' Auvergne, among other jewels. Moments of serenity and deep emotion on an early Sunday morning. Thank you Renee!..