La prima volta che assistetti (fico “assistetti”, ve’?) alla Nona di Beethoven avevo 17 anni, e seduto con me in prima fila per sbaglio, ma manco troppo, c’era il Sorcio. All’Auditorium di via della Conciliazione. Io avevo su un doppio petto cammello di mio padre che mi stava tre volte, Luca invece aveva la giacca della prima comunione, che gli andava a pennello. Ci piacque moltissimo. Dirigeva Giulini.
Negli anni poi ho portato un sacco di gente ad ascoltare la Nona con me. Come se fosse una sorta di compito autoaffidatomi diffondere il verbo musicale più ascoltato e commercializzato del mondo. Che scemo!
Questa sera ad ascoltare l’Orchestra e il Coro dell’Accademia Nazionale di Santa Cecilia diretti dal giovane Juraj Valcuha, nell’attesa un domani di portarci almeno uno dei miei figli (giuro che lo farò solo se me lo chiederanno. O se non mi diranno di no, va’), proverò una cosa nuova.
Ci andrò da solo.
“Sì,
chi anche una sola anima possa dir sua nel mondo!”
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