THE ARTISTS OF OPERA SAN JOSÉ

 

Present A Benefit Memorial Concert

 

“How Can I Keep From Singing”

 

My life flows on in endless song, above earth’s lamentation.

I hear the real though far off hymn, that hails a new creation.

No storm can shake my inmost calm, while to that rock I’m clinging.

Since love is Lord of heaven and earth, how can I keep from singing?

 

The Cathedral Basilica of St. Joseph

Sunday, October 7, 2001

 

1. Prelude   2. National Anthem   3. In The Garden   4. Come The Wild Wild Weather

5. Sure On This Shining Night   6. Somewhere   7. Fear No More The Heat Of The Sun

8. Is There Anybody Here   9. O Soave Sia Il Vento   10. The Lord's Prayer

11. O Danny Boy   12. How Can I Keep From Singing   13. He Shall Feed His Flock

14. The Call   15. America The Beautiful   16. Pie Jesu   17. Libera Me   18. Ave Maria

19. Amazing Grace   20. Pie Jesu   21. Ave Verum Corpus

 

"An Ode To America"  This article was written by Mr. Cornel Nistorescu and published under the title "Cintarea Americii" September 24 in the Romanian Newspaper Evenimentul Zilei ("The Daily Event" ).  Cornel Nistorescu — Romanian Editorial on America : snopes.com

 

Why are Americans so united? They don't resemble one another even if you paint them! They speak all the languages of the world and form an extinct, others are incompatible with one another, and in matters of religious beliefs, not even God can count how many they are.Still, the American tragedy turned three hundred million people into a hand put on the heart. Nobody rushed to accuse the White House, the army, the secret services that they are only a bunch of losers. Nobody rushed to empty their bank accounts. Nobody rushed on the streets nearby to gape about. The Americans volunteered to donate blood and to give a helping hand. After the first moments of panic, they raised the flag on the smoking ruins, putting on T-shirts, caps and ties in the colors of the national flag. They placed flags on buildings and cars as if in every place and on every car a minister or the president was passing. On every occasion they started singing their traditional song: "God Bless America!".  Silent as a rock, I watched the charity concert broadcast on Saturday once, twice, three times, on different TV channels. There were Clint Eastwood, Willie Nelson, Robert de Niro, Julia Roberts, Cassius Clay, Jack Nicholson, Bruce Springsteen, Sylvester Stallone, James Wood, and many others whom no film or producers could ever bring together. The American's solidarity spirit turned them into a choir. Actually, choir is not the word. What you could hear was the heavy artillery of Colin Powell could say without facing the risk of stumbling over words and sounds, was being heard in a great and unmistakable way in this charity concert. I don't know how it happened that all this obsessive singing of America didn't sound croaky, nationalist, or ostentatious! It made you green with envy because you weren't able to sing for your country without running the risk of being considered chauvinist, ridiculous, or suspected of who-knows-what mean interests. I watched the live broadcast and the rerun of its rerun for hours listening to the story of the guy who went down one hundred floors with a woman in a wheelchair without knowing who she was, or of the Californian hockey player, who fought with the terrorists and prevented the plane from hitting a target that would have killed other hundreds or thousands of people. How on earth were they able to bow before a fellow human? Imperceptibly, with every word and musical note, the memory of some turned into a modern myth of tragic heroes.  And with every phone call, millions and millions of dollars were put in a collection aimed at rewarding not a man or a family, but a spirit which nothing can destroy.  What on earth can unite Americans in such a way?  Their land?  Their galloping history?  Their economic power?  Money?  I tried for hours to find an answer, humming songs and murmuring phrases which risk of sounding like common places.  I thought things over, but I reached one conclusion:  Only freedom can work such miracles.

As performed by Joseph Wright, Natalie Wilson, Sandra Rubalcava, Lori Decter Purcell, Kirk Eichelberger, Julie Makerov, Donna Olson, Scott Bearden, Paul Linnes, Joseph Meyers, David Cox, Joshua LaForce, Adam Flowers, and Stephen Boniface.

Produced by david.j.young@att.net .