“An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, something isolated, detached, with no senses of origin … Whence did it come? What did it mean?”
Barbra Streisand swept into Toronto on Tuesday evening and delivered the performance of a lifetime.
The seventy year old singer mesmerized her audience with her unparalleled charisma, as she tenderly caressed every lyric and note as she flawlessly made her way through some of the greatest standards of all time.
Yes, long gone are the “money” notes that made her famous , however, she more than made up for it by singing from the very depths of her soul for almost two and a half hours.
I don’t remember a time in my life without Barbra Streisand. She and I have spent a half century together.
As the evening came to an end, I realized that I had been transported to musical heaven, a place where time and space stands still.
What can I say, other than I felt that an “exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses”…
My troubles were gone.
” La petite Barbra” had made them disappear.
And as I made my way out into the cold, rainy streets of the city, I recalled once again the memories of my youth playing her albums over and over and over and over until they became so scratched that they no longer could be heard by the human ear.
“La petite Barbra”, I murmured.
I made my way to Union station and yes, suddenly the world took on a very “Proustian” flavor and I will have to admit that I did believe for the moment that,
“the vicissitudes of life had become indifferent to me, its disasters innocous, its brevity illusory.”
Thank you, Miss Streisand.
Finis.
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