Passion

St. Matthew's Passion by the great J.S. Bach was performed this afternoon at Holy Trinity Lutheran. The church sits on Central Park West at 65th Street and is a part of a beautiful world up there. The concert was fantastic, the choir strong and led by a great leader. The band could have been better. Still, nothing beats it, and the setting. After the performance, we took a stroll home, down past The NYTimes building , by architect Renzo Piano, a man of wonderful concepts executed with stunning precision. I got a private tour of the news room while I prepped one of their news guys for an interview in their new auditorium during this year's Arts & Leisure Week. Nothing like a private tour.

Walks make me think a lot. Sometimes, that's all you get to sort out life's answers, a long walk on a lonely island. Even walking with the closest person to you there next to you, it can seem so lonely. A world of few answers with infinate, endless, marvellous possibilities. That's what keeps it interesting, I suppose.

Bach's Passion to St. Matthew's gospel, told and premiered on Good Friday back in the 18th Century, was a stroke of purity. What a lucky life to be able to have that at my reach. How fabulous to be able to take part in it. Even weeks away from Easter, heavenly anytime is that music.

Tomorrow brings a new opera at the Met, Tristan and Isolde starring Deborah Voigt and conducted by Maestro Levine. There will be cameras in the wings and in boxes, and perhaps in the air as another artist (Barbara Willis Sweete from Toronto, prepping to direct the Live HD theater screenings of the show next week) adds another element to the experience. We'll see how much the audience inside must accept to allow the world experience via satellite.