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I´ve had music for supper two nights in a row. Different menues, though both in Olavshallen, both with Trondheim Symphonic Orchestra. The first night I went with a few colleagues. My parents were there also and I met them before the concert to have coffee. On the music menu was Fauré and Debussy. Fauré´s Requiem. Debussy´s Nocturnes.
I like to come early. Read the program. Let my expectations flow. Watch the musicians tuning their instruments
Fauré´s Requiem is some of the most beautiful music written. Debussy is not my favorite cup of tea, still okay and perfect music for wandering thoughts.
The second night was quite different. Same orchestra. Same music hall. Different conductor. This time it was my little brother. Torodd Wigum. Different music. Johan Halvorsen. Nino Rota. Jerome Kern. Igor Stravinskij. Johannes Brahms. Modest Musorgskij. Edward Elgar. And a few more.
Before the concert I had coffee. Not with my parents this time, but with Terje.
Friday night. A busy week is over.
Good to sit down together.
Good to share the week.
Good to travel into the music hand in hand.
Good to walk home after the concert.
Hand in hand.
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Saturday morning has come no.
Guess what I will be doing this morning?
And lucky me. After my camera morning walk I´ll meet up with an out of town friend. We will have lunch together and I know that words will flow.