Tuesday, 25 September 2018

Evita

"Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance"

I just came back after experiencing Evita.

The full moon shining in the night sky, the Sydney Opera House beaming in its gentle benevolent glow. The chilly nip of a spring night feeling glorious. My heart humming as I walk to the taxi stand. The rush of emotions as I relive Tina Arena's raw vulnerable rendition of a song I can't get out of my head...

My first experience of musical theatre was the Broadway-style production of Aladdin in Mumbai. It was a dreamy, magical journey. "A dazzling place I never knew", and coupled with the emotions of watching it with the love of my life while getting ready to say goodbye to a city I loved more than I thought I could, the experience is among the best of the best. Quite a lofty benchmark!

Tonight, on the other hand, was special in a different way: emotional, in the kind of way you don't expect to feel, but more powerful because of it.

I guess it all comes back to how much music moves me. It doesn't matter which corner of the world I'm in, if I'm with loved ones or by myself. It's the raw power of sounds woven into the beautiful fabric that makes emotions and for a moment makes me feel more alive and attuned to the universe than anything else.

Even if I forget everything else about my time in Sydney, may I never forget this moment, this night when I remembered why music is and always will be my first love.

"Have I said too much?
There's nothing more I can think of
To say to you
But all you have to do is look at me to know
That every word is true"