An absurd way to spend an evening…?

At the O2 for ‘Ennio Morricone; My Life in Music….

I’ve been avoiding places like to O2 and am spoiled by the scale of Cafe Oto and the Union Chapel. So coming to see/hear Ennio Morricone is an exception to my gig-going habits. Something of a pilgrimage I suppose. I think the event only began to make sense to me during the second part of the first half when the orchestra was joined by the chorus and a solo soprano (Susanna Rigacci) performing a suite of Morricone’s spaghetti western soundtrack material. But even then it wasn’t loud enough and the space was just too big…