This post is a P.S. from Will’s concert several weeks ago. While I failed to record anything very well due to being distracted that night, I realized I did have a recording of the Manz Aria, after all (pew thumps notwithstanding–my apologies.) This reflective, hauntingly beautiful piece for organ and trumpet will always have a special place in my heart. It was on a tape 18 years ago that Tom gave to me long before I ever knew we would be married some day. I wore the tape out. He had played the Aria at an Easter concert way back before I knew him, and had it recorded on an ancient device called a “cassette.”
Now I have the same piece recorded in the very same church, this time, with Tom and our son, William on organ. The music is sad and sweet, but ends oh so softly on a major chord that to me represents resolution and hope after sadness. Paul Manz is the composer.