Una Notte di Magia
Questa Terra
Years ago, the countryside around Lajatico was the first sight in
Italy that took my breath away and forever forged a tie of affection in
my heart with Tuscany. It has a beauty that embraces and seeps into your
being with its intrinsic tranquility. It is the same beauty infused in
the voice of Andrea and steeped into his soul that we struggle so hard
to find words to describe. At Teatro del Silenzio, the land, the voice,
the emotions, and the images intertwine. It is impossible to communicate
the experience of Andrea’s voice echoing across that enchanting
terrain. Listening there—as his voice carried across the hills of his
land—no words were needed.
In the last stage of the Tuscan twilight, a voice offstage intoned in
Italian: "I came to see this space, a space made of earth alone, a
theater of air and earth. This land has its own language, its own scent,
its own way of keeping silent. I came to gaze at it in the hour of
sunset." This poetic narration continued for a few minutes more,
and the audience was lulled to immediate silence by the perfect beauty
of the words. Then, again in Italian, the recorded voice of Andrea
followed, the melody of "Melodramma" playing softly in the
background:
I see this land, feel it pressing beneath my feet.
It is my land. It is a land that loves silence, as I myself love
it.
And if I break this silence with my voice, I do it to pay homage
to these places and to my people.
The music penetrates the land, travels over it, and flies far,
far away.
It is a message of love.
So this is how it began, the concert at Lajatico. It couldn’t have
been more fitting. Andrea, handsomely attired in black, took the stage,
walking confidently down the steps, escorted dramatically on either side
by two young Italian fencers (schermitore) in formal white
uniforms and black-screened masks. The emotional swell of the
introductory notes of "Melodramma" flowed over the hills and
that voice, that beloved captivating voice, blended with air and earth
as if it had always been one with this place. The powerful feelings of
that moment caught in my throat and filled my eyes with tears.
Il Vento
Yet, the high drama that had preceded this sublimely beautiful point
in time had tested the mettle of the wills and hearts of all involved.
For the two days before the concert, Tuscany had been swept by a
relentless wind from the sea that held steady at 45 to 50 miles an hour.
On its hilltop perch, the Teatro del Silenzio was completely vulnerable.
Rehearsal night on July 3 had been difficult but not impossible to
manage, and all were hopeful that the special "dress rehearsal"
concert intended as a gift to the people of Lajatico and surrounding
countryside could take place on the following day. But through the day
on Wednesday, the wind’s astonishing velocity not only held but
intensified. The gusts whipped up the dust from the fields and rural
lanes in devilish whirlwinds and sheets. Everything was coated. If you
made the attempt to speak, the wind whipped the words out of your mouth
and left the taste of grit in their place. It would have been impossible
to sing or play an instrument. All the cameras to record the event for
American broadcast on PBS were staunchly shrouded and the grand piano on
stage protectively cocooned. The four massive sound and light towers
that bordered the stage and the two at the rear of the seating area had
been tethered for all they were worth. Still, the wind managed to tear
the strips loose from one, and it began to shake slightly but menacingly.
From time to time the wind made mischief with a particular target. One
rogue gust caught several rows of chairs in the tiered back section and
tossed them down like so many dried leaves. Obviously the security risk
of toppling towers and flying chairs held those who had made their way
to Lajatico at the entrance gates, patiently hoping against hope that
things would take a positive turn. Time passed as all waited to see if
the wind would abate. Those in charge were keenly aware that it would be
bitterly disappointing to have to make the call to cancel. Andrea came
out of his dressing room shelter at one point to talk with reporters,
noting that you can deal with many circumstances but in the face of this
act of nature little could be done except to wait. But, as the newspaper
put it the next day, "alla fine, il vento ha vinto"—the wind
won out in the end. About 9:00 pm, word went out that they had to
surrender to the elements in the name of safety, and the crowd was
dispersed. Jack and I passed two lone fans sitting forlornly in the
stands. We exchanged shrugs and smiles, and the woman muttered
ironically in Italian, "E’ veramente il Teatro del Silenzio"—it
is truly the Theater of Silence.
Since Jack and I had nowhere to go, we lingered at the theater to
commiserate with friends. It was not long after the decision to cancel
was made that the wind, like a perverse toddler, abruptly decided to
quit. The silence of the absent howling was eerie. One by one the
technicians began to emerge from their various places of refuge and the
new plan was formed to try to rehearse some of the duets. It took over
an hour to cycle through security checks of the pummeled towers to
ensure their stability. The situation was still a bit tenuous. One last
unexpected wind gust toppled a drum set that had been reinstated onstage.
But little by little all was made ready again. When Andrea finally
reemerged, the few remaining in the seating area—mostly crew, staff,
and family or friends with backstage passes—offered consoling applause
for the tenor, who had to have been bitterly disappointed by the
capricious wind’s disastrous effect on this long-awaited gesture to
his friends and neighbors. Word of the rescheduled rehearsal somehow
spread though. By evening’s end, almost 1:00 am, perhaps 200 to 300 of
the local residents who had left had returned to hear the duets
rehearsed with Lang Lang, Elisa, Heather Headley, and Laura Pausini.
Andrea, obviously working hard to lighten the mood and ease the frazzled
nerves of everyone, lightheartedly practiced all his best English action
phrases: "here we go" "from the top" "let’s
go" "are we ready?!" In high spirits after the earlier
tension, he playfully dropped to one knee while singing "Vivere"
with Laura Pausini. She responded with giggles, and, not to be outdone,
joined him on both knees to finish their duet. Both laughed and
obviously enjoyed the moment’s camaraderie. The long delay of the
evening left little time to run through the precise technicalities of
such things as positions on stage, timing, and entrances and exists. But
everyone did their good-natured best despite the late hour and the
weariness.
Il Concerto
On Thursday morning, the newspapers had already christened the fiasco
of the previous day as "Black Wednesday." One headline read:
"Aeolus defeats Bocelli." But by Thursday evening, fears of a
repetition of the previous night’s disappointment did not materialize.
Aeolus, the god of the winds, was in a more benevolent mood, bestowing
on the hills of the Valdera a breeze that seemed more like due baci.
I don’t have exact statistics, but my ears told me that the majority
of those attending the concert were Italians. It was like one expansive
gathering in famiglia, and the conversation was intensely
animated and seemingly impossible to quell as the time for the concert
to begin came, and went. The sound of recorded church bells, perhaps
from Lajatico, signaled that the start was near. This resonant tone has
always made my heart soar! How perfect to use it in this way at Teatro
del Silenzio. But even the melodious bells, this familiar call to come
together known from time immemorial, were powerless. In vain the
announcement was made, over and over, encouraging people to take their
seats. Finally, with a tone of pleading, the voice admonished in Italian
"If you do not take your places, this beautiful concert may never
begin," a statement underscored by scattered applause of assent,
and there actually seemed to be progress toward a settling down; that is,
until a tall, slim gentleman slowly wended his way across the midpoint
of the seating area and worked his way up the middle toward the VIP
section. A slight vocal ripple soon grew to a louder murmuring and then
swelled to ecstatic applause as the entire audience rose to their feet
to acknowledge the man, and, telefonini raised high in salute,
jockeyed for positions to take his picture. I turned to my neighbor and
asked who it was, and, in Italian, she pronounced the name with
reverence as if it were a royal title: "Marcello Lippi, the coach
of the world champion Italian soccer team." It was as if God had
walked into their midst. What a tribute to Andrea. I was sure he would
be smiling at the honor bestowed by the presence of this illustrious fan.
Il Padrone
More than one article describing the concert paid homage to Andrea as
"il padrone di casa," the master of the house. He did indeed
play the benevolent and considerate host, introducing the songs and his
guests in a way that was really unprecedented for him. He even thanked
everyone at the evening’s beginning for coming "to a place so out
of the way, but full of beauty and meaning." It helped immensely
that he used a portable mike throughout the evening and so had complete
freedom of movement onstage. The three songs he chose for the first part
of the concert from the CD Cieli di Toscana—"Melodramma,"
"Mille Lune, Mille Onde," "Canto della Terra"—were
all born of the magic of Tuscany and the feelings of love and nostalgia
for this place so tied to Andrea’s soul. They were perfect. As he
sang, you felt it so profoundly, just as the opening monologue had
stated, "Land and voice. What a sublime union." The maturity
of the seasoned performer was evident in Andrea’s newer
interpretations of these songs long familiar to us. "Romanza"
in particular struck me as so much more profound in presentation, both
emotionally, in the infusion of feeling in the phrasing, and technically,
in the security in his voice. It was such a joy to see him in command—si,
il padrone—all the tension and disappointment of the day before
wisely laid aside.
Introducing Lang Lang, Andrea told us that he had first heard him in
a concert broadcast from La Scala on RAI radio and knew that he wanted
to get acquainted with the young prodigy. Lang Lang readily agreed and
spent time as a guest at Andrea’s home, and as Andrea (more or less)
said, "we made beautiful music together all day long" (my
rough translation of AB’s Italian). The classical power of Lang Lang’s
accompaniment was an exceptional complement to Andrea’s voice on the
new piece they introduced together, "Io ci saro’." Written
by Eugenio Finardi, this extraordinary song is technically challenging
and profoundly haunting, with lyrics that touch deep down. It tells of
the rapport between a father, who is separating from his wife, and his
son. In fact, in a related news article, Andrea described just how
deeply he was affected by this song: "With this song, something
happened to me that had never happened before, not even when I sang la
Bohème or Tosca. During the recording session in the studio,
it stopped me completely, I was so profoundly moved. The words tell of
what a father tries to say to his son regarding the reasons for the
breakup with his mother."
Andrea’s pride in bringing Italian stars of the caliber of Laura
Pausini and Elisa to his hometown audience was evident, but the tone of
his introductions was predictably humble and quietly simple. For Sarah
Brightman, his understated comment was, "We have had a beautiful
moment together. Grazie, Sarah." This to sum up their collaboration
on a now legendary song that was the most popular single of all time in
Germany, held the top of the charts in France for weeks, and had brought
unprecedented international attention to both. Not a strident or
bombastic bone in his body, this one!
Gli Americani
The second part of the evening, the donning of the white jacket,
became David Foster territory. He had a hand in each of the new songs
being introduced for the first time at Teatro del Silenzio, and the
American stars Heather Headley, Kenny G, and Chris Botti are all his
protégés. The Italians seem to like the "smooth jazz" of the
latter two performers, and pairing Andrea’s voice with these mellow
instruments worked quite well. A special moment was the blending of
"the voice" and "the trumpet," in the beautiful song
"Italia." This is the title song of Chris Botti’s new CD,
and will of course be sung on this release by Andrea. It is a moving
declaration of love for one’s own country. A highlight of this piece
was the little musical rivalry on holding the final note. Although both
Chris and Andrea exhibited amazing stamina, Andrea won…whether by
ability or diplomacy, it is hard to tell. When the DVD is shown on PBS,
you be the judge. David Foster accompanied Andrea for "Bellissime
Stelle," which was very easy to like and would have been my
favorite of the new offerings, if it weren’t for "Io ci saro’."
"Because We Believe" was nicely dramatized by a slow, solemn
procession of white-gowned torchbearers who stood against the semicircle
of the stone wall backdrop of the theater. The song always gives Andrea
a moment to shine vocally, and it seemed suited to the inspired and
starlit evening.
Heather Headley was a highlight of this second half. We have heard
her version of "The Prayer" before with Andrea, and it seemed
to me that she has matured in power and control and her voice has
somewhat mellowed. In volume and showmanship, she is every bit the
Broadway baby, but this is a really good blend with Andrea who unleashes
a level of power to match her energy. She handled the Italian "Vivo
per Lei" very well, and her interpretation of the well known "Somewhere
Over the Rainbow" was distinctive and stirring. Although I admit to
being momentarily distracted by the thought of what Andrea might sound
like singing "If I Only Had a Brain"!
Gli Italiani
It was fun to observe the Italians reacting to "our" tenore,
their enthusiastic recognition of old favorites, and their affection for
the legendary Laura and rising star Elisa expressed in the freely
bestowed standing ovations. At the concert’s end, "Con te Partiro"
evoked the same wild reception that it always does in the United States,
but the Italians added a new dimension, the entire audience swayed in
unison to the famous melody. They seemed to particularly enjoy their
Italian tenor’s rendition of the obviously world famous Presley anthem
"Can’t Help Falling in Love." It always gives me a kick too…what
a cutie! And when the Maestro sat at the piano to sing "Il Mare
Calmo della Sera," the song that launched it all at San Remo, the
group around me sang the words in chorus along with their boy. If anyone
had done this during a concert at home, I might have throttled them, but
somehow in Andrea’s paese it seemed more like un abbraccio—their
affectionate embrace of an old friend. I can also attest that the
Italians, just as we do, come from afar to hear Andrea. We met people
from Livorno, Rome, and Trento.
La Campagna
In the lull preceding the concert’s beginning, it was fascinating
to watch the cameramen feast on the beautiful sites in the surrounding
countryside. They practiced close-ups on the small towns dotting the
rolling hills and zoomed in on the characteristic pines and cypress
trees. In the distance, Volterra crowned the highest hill behind the
colossal travertine stone blocks and the magnificent sculpture of
Arnaldo Pomodero, Il Sole, that formed the theater’s backdrop. Across
the expanse of fields, the color palette shifted moment by moment as the
sun settled into the horizon. From the perspective of the theater site,
the panorama unfolded . . . cypress sentinels of dark emerald marking
country lanes, gently curving hills of velvet brown and wheaten gold,
punctuated here and there with rolled bales of tawny hay. As night
descended, the hill towns morphed to twinkling ornaments hung on the
velvety black backdrop of sky. Ancient Volterra, the largest, was
perched dramatically under the stars in the inky blackness directly
behind the stage. In the distance to the right, the row of floodlit
cypress trees lining the road along the hillcrest was like a visible
poem written across the night—singing of the enchanting beauty of this
Tuscan landscape. It was a touch of genius on the part of whoever
thought to place the lights, or the inspiration of their instinctive
love and pride in an effort to highlight the most precious aspects of
the land for our pleasure. Could it get any more romantic, I thought.
Then, as if on cue, a waning moon rose grandly orange on the horizon. I
am sure the DVD will be stunning, and I’m happy to think that some of
the magic will be preserved in a small way. But actually being there—well,
I felt it was an extraordinary privilege that I hope many, many others
will be able to share un bel di.
I Piccoli Ricordi
Lang Lang playing an unconventional interpretation of Liszt’s Hungarian
Rhapsody with fiery passion, as if his hands had been
demonically possessed. He received an enthusiastic standing ovation.
This pop concert experience was clearly a romp for Lang Lang, and it
is interesting to see the friendship between the highly acclaimed
25-year-old and Andrea.
Andrea jamming on a drum set in a quiet moment before the
Wednesday rehearsal began in earnest. The boy has rhythm!
David Foster "coaching" a world class classical pianist
on how to pick up the beat!
The unforeseen and hardly-to-be-believed downright frigid night
of a July evening in Tuscany. Le donne who came in sleeveless
evening wear were in for a rude shock. Sales were brisk for the
reasonably priced Teatro del Silenzio souvenir blankets!
Amos and Matteo "hanging out" with their friends before
the concert—Amos the swarthy, charmingly gangly "tween,"
and Matteo, whose megawatt smile rivals that of his dad and just
illuminates his entire face. The boys are both poised and confident
and seemed to enjoy the concert night and helping out with little
errands here and there.
Heather Headley, taking a rehearsal break, gazing out in rapture
at the Tuscan sunset. I called out to her "Happy 4th!" and
she beamed a grateful smile to hear some familiar words in English.
The impressively long, long line of cars slowly snaking across
the vast panorama of the Tuscan fields coming in pilgrimage to this
blessedly isolated spot.
Finally, the touching heartfelt tribute Andrea paid to his
beautiful Veronica as he acknowledged the extraordinary efforts of
all involved in the production. As she joined everyone onstage, he
had this to say for her (as nearly as memory serves me): "I
thank Veronica who stood beside, before me, and behind me throughout
this crazy adventure." She truly did seem to be everywhere at
once throughout the preparations for this monumental undertaking.
Because this was, after all, not only a live concert, but also a
production filmed for PBS to be broadcast in the United States, there
were several times when the awkward mechanics of this process were
evident. An entrance AB made with Elisa for the new song they introduced
in duet, "La Voce del Silenzio," had to be redone. In the
middle of the beginning of "Canto della Terra," adapted as a
duet with Sarah Brightman, the prerecorded sound track stopped abruptly,
and it too had to be redone—"from the top" as Andrea seems
to have become so fond of saying in English, always stressing
"top." There were moments of confusion when Andrea’s mike
was left on while he was backstage. You could hear him responding "si,
si, si" or warming his voice with the strange little vocal
exercises he often uses unexpectedly. But he was patient and upbeat
throughout the tedious stops and starts. Once or twice, during a lull in
the activity, he rested his elbows on the piano and seemed quite drawn
into himself, understandably a bit tired from what had become rather an
ordeal over several days.
La Magia
In the end, there were still some magical tricks up Andrea’s sleeve
to cap off the night’s enchantment. The two encores he gave us were
"Il Mare Calmo della Sera" and "Sogno." How the
crowd loved it when Andrea became pianoman and took command of the song
that launched his career. He really did seem to be in his element at
that moment. "Sogno" was my wish fulfilled for the evening. It
evoked memories of Andrea’s rendition at the Statue of Liberty
concert, dedicated to the father he had just lost. The tender emotion he
infuses in this song is indescribable. The heart-stopping, melancholy
melody is so perfectly suited to his voice. Then, even as the last sung
note hung in the air, a sudden burst of soundless "fireworks"
shimmered into the sky, every bit as delightful as their noisier cousins,
but even more captivating with the surprise of their silence. The soft
tissue cloud of confetti drifted down over the audience like fairy magic,
particularly appropriate as a final touch for an evening in a theater
named silence.
It all seems almost dreamlike now. Il Teatro del Silenzio has already
reverted to its natural state, an "invisible presence" in the
stunning landscape beside sleepy little Lajatico. We are left only with
the memory in our soul of la musica—Andrea’s message of love.
Tante grazie, caro Padrone, per "questa musica dolce che non
morirà mai…"
By Cami McNamee, USA
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- I returned from Tuscany last night,
and I`m still in HEAVEN! It was sooo PHANTASTIC!
MILLE, MILLE GRAZIE, ANDREA!!!
But from the beginning: on Monday I travelled to La Sterza, with
the plane from Hamburg to Munich, from Munich to Pisa, with the
train to Pontedera and than to La Sterza by bus. All went well and
in time.
On Tuesday I visited Lajatico and the Teatro, which is only 10
minutes footpath away from the Piazza of Lajatico. It is placed in
a really wonderful countryside, the view from above the theatre
over the hills is amazing!
On Wednesday than there should be "una prova generale",
and I was so lucky to have a ticket (that was Renate`s surprise,
thanks again for your efforts, Renate!). In the morning it was
cloudy and windy, and through the day the wind grew into a storm.
Two hours before the beginning of the rehearsal I walked down to
the Teatro (and have seen Andrea passing in a Landrover!). We have
to wait at the entrance, nearly two hours, 3500 spectators for the
rehearsal, wrapped in clouds of dust from the wind - and 30
minutes before it should begin, it has been cancelled! Because of
security problems and technical problems (I guess because of the
dust). The next day Andrea said, for one day the "Teatro del
Silezio" has changed his name in "Teatro del Vento".
Great disappointement and sadness, and also the fear, if the
concert could take place the next day - someone of the staff told
us that they have to prove the damage and next morning it would be
a decision, if the concert will take place or not.....
Than Thursday, the day of the concert: sunny weather, blue sky, no
wind. I called the theatre information in the early afternoon, and
they told me: every thing is okay, the concert will start! Puhhh,
you can`t imagine what a big stone plumped from my brest!!!
And the concert has been a great success and triumph for Andrea.
He sang his most successful songs, alone and in duett. Very
impressive Lang-Lang, and also the duett with Elisa, who has a
great voice. Together with Laura Pausini "Vivere" -
Andrea went down on his knees in front of her! "Canto della
Terra" and "Time to Say Goodbye" with Sarah
Brightman, "Vivo per lei" and "The Prayer"
with Heather Hedley. All these wonderful hits which never or
seldom have been presented in concert.
And Andrea, he was very relaxed, he smiled very often and talked
to the audience, in the first part he was dressed in black, after
the intermission he changed into a white shirt and jacket, both
time with a scarf, because it was unusual cold in the night.
Fortunately I have had a pullover and a coat, but I did not feel
the cold, as long as Andrea was on stage, only when he left it, I
felt my icecold feet and hands!?!
The concert took nearly 3 hours - without a short intermission,
and I would say 80% of the time Andrea has been on stage.
At the end standing ovations, and before the last to songs, again
"Canto della Terra" and "Time to Say Goodbye"
with Sarah Brightman, some people were running to the stage - sure
including me!! - and so I could experience Andrea only some metres
directely in front of me. Amazing! And I could take some nice
pictures of him.
Like Andrea said this should be an unique event, unique because it
was an only pop-concert. I did not see the concert last year, but
for the future it will be very difficult to top this experience
from Lajatico!
Thank you to all who make it possible, the people of Lajatico, and
especially thank you, Andrea!
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- deutsche Version
- Letzte Nacht bin ich aus der
Toscana zurück gekommen, und ich bin immer noch auf Wolke 7, es
war sooo PHANTASTISCH!
Vielen, vielen Dank, Andrea!!
Am Montag ging die Reise mit dem Flugzeug von Hamburg nach
München, von München nach Pisa, dann mit dem Zug nach Pontedera
und mit dem Bus nach La Sterza. Am Dienstag habe ich mir Lajatico
und das Teatro angesehen. Es ist ungefähr 10 Minuten zu Fuß von
der Piazza von Lajatico entfernt, und es liegt landschaftlich
wunderschön in den Hügeln, der Blick von oberhalb des Theaters
auf die Gegend ist traumhaft schön.
Am Mittwoch sollte abends die Generalprobe für das Konzert
stattfinden, und ich hatte eine Eintrittskarte - nochmal vielen
Dank an Renate für die Überraschung! Am Morgen war es bewölkt
und windig, und im Laufe des Tages wurde es richtig stürmisch.
Als ich abends 2 Stunden vor Beginn der Probe zum Theater lief,
fuhr Andrea im Landrover an mir vorbei. Zu der Probe waren 3500
Zuschauer angesagt, wir standen alle vor dem Eingang, einhüllt in
Staubwolken durch die Windböen, und warteten auf Einlaß. 30
Minuten vor Beginn der Probe wurde sie abgesagt, und zwar aus
Sicherheitsgründen, und es gab wohl auch technische Probleme
wegen des Staubs. Am nächsten Tag beim Konzert sagte Andrea
deshalb auch, das "Teatro del Silenzio" sollte umbenannt
werden in "Teatro del Vento" (Theater des Windes).
Große Enttäuschung bei allen, und dann kam die Sorge dazu, ob
das Konzert am nächsten Tag stattfinden würde, denn einer der
Offiziellen sagte, die Entscheidung darüber werde erst am
nächsten Morgen fallen.
Der nächste Tag, der Tag des Konzertes, war sonnig, strahlend
blauer Himmel und - wichtig - kein Wind! Mittags telefonierte ich
mit der Information des Theaters, und sie bestätigten mir, dass
das Konzert stattfindet. Puhh, große Erleichterung, mir fiel ein
Stein vom Herzen!
Das Konzert selbst war ein großer Erfolg und Triumph für Andrea.
Er sang seine erfolgreichsten Hits, allein und im Duett. Sehr
eindrucksvoll Lang-Lang, und auch das Duett mit Elisa, die eine
sehr schöne Stimme hat. Mit Laura Pausini ein wunderschönes
"Vivere" - Andrea ging während des Duetts auf die Knie
vor ihr! "Canto della Terra" und "Time to Say
Goodbye" mit Sarah Brightman, "Vivo per lei" und
"The Prayer" mit Heather Hedley. Es war sehr schön,
diese und noch andere seiner großen Erfolge einmal im Konzert zu
höre.
Andrea selbst war ziemlich locker während des Konzerts, er
lächelte viel, er sprach mit dem Publikum und mit seinen Gästen,
während des ersten Teils war er in schwarz gekleidet, im 2. Teil
trug er ein weißes Hend und Jacket, jeweils mit einem Schal, denn
es war ungewöhnlich kalt in dieser Nacht. Zum Glück hatte ich
einen Pullover und Jacke dabei, aber ich fühlte die Kälte nicht,
solange Andrea auf der Bühne war, nur wenn er nicht da war,
fühlte ich meine eiskalten Hände und Füße!
Am Ende gab es standing ovations, vor den letzten beiden Songs,
wieder "Canto della Terra" und "Time to Say Goodbye"
mit Sarah Brightman, stürmten einige Fans zur Bühne - ich
übrigens auch - so konnte ich Andrea direkt und aus ein paar
Metern Entfernung erleben und einige, wie ich hoffe, schöne Fotos
machen.
Wie Andrea gesagt hat, war das wohl ein einmaliges Erlebnis,
einmalig in Hinblick auf das Programm - nur Pop-Songs. Ich habe
das Konzert letztes Jahr nicht gesehen, aber ich glaube, in der
Zukunft wird es schwer sein, dieses Erlebnis von Lajatico zu
toppen.
Vielen Dank an alle, die es möglich gemacht haben, an die
Bewohner von Lajatico und vor allen Dingen - vielen Dank, Andrea!
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- English and German by Anne-Karin Dersch,
Germany
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