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The Druyds just recently came back from a German tour with many lovely concerts, lovely experiences and lovely people.  But there was one particular experience for me that stood out from the rest…

It was during our last concert which was held in Bielfeld in “Capella Hospitalis”.  The whole day (Saturday) had been an almost perfect one – having some coffee and a cake in the town where we were staying, then a nordic walk around the “walls” of the city which no longer exist, then a delicious lunch and another walk with the lovely family we were staying with.  I say that it was an almost perfect day only because of the fact that I didn’t have enough time to practice.   If I had, it would most definitely have been a perfect day in every respect.

As the next day was Sunday and all shops are closed in Germany, while the Druyds were setting up I went out to buy us lunch for tomorrow.  It was a very nerve wracking experience – I had a longish shopping list of things to buy and it seemed as if the shop were an airport not a super market.  I somehow managed to buy everything we needed and ran to the venue.  I walked into the room hot and out of breath, completely oblivious to my surroundings.  However, when I finally calmed down, an otherworldly sense of serenity came over me, even though we were having major problems with our sound.

I don’t want a million answers as much as I want a few forever questions.

So we started the concert and despite the initial sound problems, once we began everything went perfectly.  When all of a sudden, for the first time in my life, I saw in my mind a vision of Werbeck smiling at me.  Now, I think of Werbeck every single day when I practice, when I sing, when I give a lesson, but I’d never actually pictured her while doing these activities.  This was the first time.  And she was smiling.  At me.  And my voice soared right through the roof, or so it seemed to me.  And it was one of the best concerts I had ever performed.

Unlike Urkowsky.  His was another story – a guitar that kept going out of tune of its own accord, then having it fall off its stand all by itself, then dropping a pen while signing an autograph, then giving a lady back €40 change even though she had given us €10 for a CD.  Very strange and completely different experiences…

Later we found out two things – first of all, this venue and organisation based their concept around the ideals of anthroposophy.  Second of all, the venue, up until five years ago, was the pathology department of the nearby hospital.  It makes one think about the strange occurrences during the evening, from seeing Werbeck to falling guitars.  Did Werbeck ever spend any time in Bielefeld?  I know that she opened her first school for uncovering the voice in Hamburg but why did I feel her presence so very strongly in Bielefeld?  Do ghosts exist and wreak havoc with guitars?  I don’t know the answers and perhaps never will.  But in any case, as Richard Bach said, I don’t want a million answers as much as I want a few forever questions…

 

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