Wo bin ich? Ist's Fantasie, dass ich noch lebe?
Quote courtesy of last week's broadcast; sentiment courtesy of this afternoon's - Die Walküre.
I'm done for. Five hours in a dark room with Wagner on headphones. I'm even now still re-adjusting to the outside world. Even interruptions by the Met quiz and the singers' roundtable (hosted by Voice From Home, Sarah Billinghurst) couldn't really bring me down to earth. I lost track of time. No clocks, and no knowledge of the music to tell me even roughly where I was. I didn't know it was about to end until - it ended. All I wonder is where the Wagner addicts, the people who travel the world in pursuit of Ring cycles, find the emotional reserves to cope. I don't think I could. But then, it is addictive. Given the chance, I'd quite happily have sat through the whole thing again after it finished at 8 tonight. Didn't seem like five hours anyway. Wish it had been longer. Truly. Such music. For once I can offer you absolutely no meaningful comment on the singers because I didn't hear them, only the music itself. This is mindbending stuff. Need...more...but not quite yet. Still feeling a little fragile. I'm recovering with very subdued Bach etc., which is about all I feel up to. The door which Tannhäuser pushed half-open has been blown off its hinges tonight.