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One week later, we were to perform the Christmas Oratorio again,
this time at Yverdon-les-Bains, a thermal resort in the west part of the
Swiss Romande. I remember having many thoughts during that week about the
plight of wind players and temperature changes in general, and possible
catastrophes in particular. Would the people in a place known for its waters
be more generous if this happened to me again with less luck, and more Murphy?
This time, we were playing inside a big church. There was a little girl
of about 10 in the front pew. Her father had placed his arm very protectively
around her shoulders. I couldn't help notice her because she was rocking
and moving throughout the performance . It was clear that she suffered from
a handicap. She made little sighs and sometimes buried her face in her father's
chest and hugged him.
I stepped forward to play. One cannot help but relive previous moments.
No matter how many times I have played in The Rite of Spring since
my earring fell off, I will forever blush at the memory when I get to the
same place in the score. Would last week's plumbing crisis take me
Everything went smoothly. I looked at the little girl. I shall never
ever forget her face. She sat there, totally still and silent, with a deep,
genuine smile of happiness. How lucky I had been to be part of the music
that brought Bach's message of joy and beauty to touch her heart. Was there
greater satisfaction than this? I don't think so.
Copyright © 1 February 2002
Jennifer Paull, Vouvry, Switzerland
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