Oh my goodness gracious me.
Way back in September we bought some tickets to go to hear a concert. Last month, I wondered when it would be. The man was pretty sure I said April, and he has an excellent memory, so I let it go. Last night I got home, something niggling at the back of my head. Turns out? Concert was tonight.
We went to see Beetoven's 9th, performed by the Orquestra de Cadaqués and the Orfeó Català in the Palau de Música Catalana conducted by Sir Neville Marriner.
Simply amazing. I am not knowledgeable enough to come up with a deep analysis, but I'll say I got goosebumps and Youngest wanted to cry. There were two people we could see who were reading the score and taking notes, the piccolo player played his heart out when he got the chance, the tenor was having a BLAST, members of the orchestra were smiling as they played, and there was a baby, about 11 months, who slept through most of the symphony till the fourth movement, then sat, staring, wide-eyed, as you might imagine.
AND BARÇA BEAT ARRRRRSENNNAAAAALLLLL!!!!!!!!