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The symphony...
... Was magnificent.
In the lobby were props from Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe: a sword, two of the characters frozen in stone, a map under glass, and a gorgeous winter robe.
The first half of the symphony was altered at the last moment possible, I'm guessing to cater more to the many surprisingly-well-behaved children in the audience. There was, thankfully, still some Danny Elfman. Also added were selections from the Harry Potter movies, and the oldie-but-goodie Sorcerer's Apprentice by Dukas (the Mickey Mouse segment from Disney's original Fantasia).
Each were exquisite. I teared-up several times from the sheer emotion and energy of the performance.
Following intermission, the world-premiere of the Suite from The Chronicles of Narnia began, accompanied by segments of the film on big screens, and a powerful choir. It was spellbinding!
On the ride home, Saint Saens Danse Macabre came on the radio -- one of my favorite pieces. I looked out the dark window at a stunning sight: the yellowed fingernail of the moon, low to the western horizon, Venus like a brilliant beacon above it.
In the lobby were props from Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe: a sword, two of the characters frozen in stone, a map under glass, and a gorgeous winter robe.
The first half of the symphony was altered at the last moment possible, I'm guessing to cater more to the many surprisingly-well-behaved children in the audience. There was, thankfully, still some Danny Elfman. Also added were selections from the Harry Potter movies, and the oldie-but-goodie Sorcerer's Apprentice by Dukas (the Mickey Mouse segment from Disney's original Fantasia).
Each were exquisite. I teared-up several times from the sheer emotion and energy of the performance.
Following intermission, the world-premiere of the Suite from The Chronicles of Narnia began, accompanied by segments of the film on big screens, and a powerful choir. It was spellbinding!
On the ride home, Saint Saens Danse Macabre came on the radio -- one of my favorite pieces. I looked out the dark window at a stunning sight: the yellowed fingernail of the moon, low to the western horizon, Venus like a brilliant beacon above it.