Friday, January 31, 2020

The sun is setting



Tonight's the night they throw our country over the cliffs - probably to the hyenas waiting beneath. Playing the Ode to Joy is a predictable resistance, but it's not what I'm feeling right now, Beethoven addict though I am. Instead, it's Korngold's exquisite Pierrot Tanzlied from Die tote Stadt that says everything in my heart. Here it is, with subtitles. (Production by Pier Luigi Pizzi from La Fenice, Venice, 2009. Pierrot is sung by Stephan Genz.)

We'll still be here in the morning, as if nothing happened, but God alone knows where this is going to lead - and heaven help us all.

See you on the other side.