Yesterday I went with my mother-in-law to a Chris de Burgh concert here in Nuremberg at the Serenadenhof. I was really looking forward to it, as I grew up with his music through my parents and still enjoy listening to his songs now.
The Serenadenhof is part of the Reichsparteitagsgelände. Even when parking, I was somehow irritated or pensive, I can't really describe the feeling. Maybe also a kind of awe or humility.
We entered the Serenade Courtyard and it really is a beautiful ambience, if you disregard everything else. Then the music started and Chris de Burgh got a standing ovation just by coming on stage. Basically the concert was really nice, he is a good musician for his age and a funny person (at least what I could judge in the short time).
About halfway through the concert he started talking about the Ukraine conflict and that Putin is a liar and so on. We know what we get in the media every day. About two thirds of the audience applauded wildly and whistled and cheered, which somehow triggered me. I couldn't enjoy the rest of the concert and felt completely out of place. He really did his best, but I felt kind of cramped in the middle of those people and then in that World War II setting....
In some way I think I'm still working on the death of my mother. It felt like I went to the concert in her place at the end. My two last memories with my mum and Chris de Burg were that one was when she chose "Songbird" as one of her songs to be played at her funeral
and the other was when I was nursing her and came back from walking the dog, she was sitting on her couch in her really terrible state (she was already emaciated to the bone and had no hair) knitting socks and singing the song "Don't pay the Ferryman" at the top of her voice. She had a sense of humour to the end....
Anyway, I won't be going to a mainstream concert any time soon. I don't think I've seen so many sheep in such a concentration in all my time at C, many of them were wearing FFP2 masks at this OPEN AIR... Another lesson learned
I really think reality hit me a bit, possible case of false expectations or even wishful thinking. Because of the atmosphere there, the music really didn't affect me at all. I couldn't block it out.
The Serenadenhof is part of the Reichsparteitagsgelände. Even when parking, I was somehow irritated or pensive, I can't really describe the feeling. Maybe also a kind of awe or humility.
We entered the Serenade Courtyard and it really is a beautiful ambience, if you disregard everything else. Then the music started and Chris de Burgh got a standing ovation just by coming on stage. Basically the concert was really nice, he is a good musician for his age and a funny person (at least what I could judge in the short time).
About halfway through the concert he started talking about the Ukraine conflict and that Putin is a liar and so on. We know what we get in the media every day. About two thirds of the audience applauded wildly and whistled and cheered, which somehow triggered me. I couldn't enjoy the rest of the concert and felt completely out of place. He really did his best, but I felt kind of cramped in the middle of those people and then in that World War II setting....
In some way I think I'm still working on the death of my mother. It felt like I went to the concert in her place at the end. My two last memories with my mum and Chris de Burg were that one was when she chose "Songbird" as one of her songs to be played at her funeral
and the other was when I was nursing her and came back from walking the dog, she was sitting on her couch in her really terrible state (she was already emaciated to the bone and had no hair) knitting socks and singing the song "Don't pay the Ferryman" at the top of her voice. She had a sense of humour to the end....
Anyway, I won't be going to a mainstream concert any time soon. I don't think I've seen so many sheep in such a concentration in all my time at C, many of them were wearing FFP2 masks at this OPEN AIR... Another lesson learned
I really think reality hit me a bit, possible case of false expectations or even wishful thinking. Because of the atmosphere there, the music really didn't affect me at all. I couldn't block it out.