listening to: travis morrison hellfighters
Yes. I successfully made it through my fourth and final recital at the U of I. It went fine. Even well. Mostly, I’m glad it’s over.
The Bach went well. Very well, all things considered. I made some big dumb memory mistakes, but I handled them and I didn’t let them rattle me, which was the exact thing I needed — the reassurance that even when I do screw up, I can carry on like nothing happened. And I even relaxed a little bit and had some fun and made spontaneous musical decisions. Hooray.
Ginastera, cool piece. To be sure.
Haydn, well, once I’d played Bach everything seemed care-free and happy, to me. So Haydn was just that, especially the first movement. And by the time I got to the 3rd movement, I might have lost my ability to care. In my last lesson, Brandon told me I should be more care-free and “fun” in the way I approached the movement. I guess I took that to mean “forgetting to come in once” and “contemplating unrelated stuff.”
Some people said they could tell when I was nearing the end of a piece, because I would look relieved. Awesome.
And as usual and is typical of every recital I’ve ever played, half the people who said they were going to come didn’t (and someone who was technically supposed to because of the obligation to be at studio-mate’s recitals, dammit). Which, you know. Is fine. That shit happens. But it just makes a person love the people who DID come about 800x more. People who came, you guys rock.
I get some really nice comments, too. Not just “oh, you’re awesome!” comments. I was informed by one person who last heard my junior recital (two years ago) that my sound has improved a lot since then. And later, while talking to Brandon, he said he’s really proud of the way that I can not learn music on my own. Not technically, but mentally. As in, the ability to take a new piece of music and really understand musically what is going on with it and also make my own decisions regarding what to do and not to do.
And I have to say. Where did this come from? I think I’ve started thinking about musical lines a LOT more in the last year. And I know that sounds like a ridiculous connection, but that’s totally part of it. I could always do the left-hand stuff, and the bow-stroke stuff. But not the “knowing the shape and architecture of a piece” stuff. I mean, given, I still have to work on that. But it’s a lot better.
So anyway. Now I’m done, and I highly suspect I’m going to actually go crazy in and end-of-the-year manner from here on out, as opposed to just practicing a lot and wondering why I’m not losing my mind yet. I guess I do have some things to do, but I am basically done with classes and degree requirements and future school possibility-related things that have been driving me crazy from day one of last semester. I can breathe for a couple days. Hooray.
In the meantime, Thursday’s episode of the Office was really freaking weird.