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Boy, my fingers are so tired. I faked my way through the first three movements of Tchaikovsky's 6th symphony, although I can actually play a lot of it. It's so beautiful. And painful, at the same time. Dr. Evans told us the interpretation that is generally accepted (it was originally going to be a program piece, where it's ABOUT something, trying to portray it, but Tchakovsky decided it was too private to publicize with music). It's tragic. He's in love, but it's impossible for it to be fulfilled, because it's forbidden (Tchaikovsky was gay). Everything is just slightly off. The second movement is a waltz, but it's in five. Waltzes are supposed to go one-two-three, one-two-three, and be dancelike. This one is dancelike and beautiful, but it sort of stutters along, and it feels wrong. The first movement is sad. It's in four, and the downbeat is on four. It goes, FOUR one two three, FOUR one two three. It's just off. It's trying to be normal, but it's not. It's so... I don't know. It just really inspires my sympathy. Tchaikovsky was the one who thought he was going to lose his head so he held it on with one hand during performances (he was a conductor). I just feel like crying every time I hear the first movement.
The Elijah concert went pretty well. I was tired by the end of it, and ate seven or so really good cookies, all different kinds. Yom. I was stuffed, having drunk two bottles of water and eaten half a pizza in the car on the way to the concert from Roger's. Roger's rehearsal went pretty well, too. We're going to perform at the end-of-year Symphony Chorus party, next Saturday. It's gonna be cool: one or two on a part. I like solos. I didn't get the Girls' Chorus one, though. I'm not even in the second set of auditions. Ms. Bonner is so annoying. I felt like chomping on her. Or stomping. Something.
I didn't get to Susan's because of the concert, and because I stayed up til 5:30 working on wire and rocks and thus slept until one or so, getting up just in time to leave for Roger's. I have a cool new thingy though. I like rocks. Yay.
I read the chapters in my tiger book that were actually about tigers and not the guy's trip to see them, and I'm a little more solidified. I'll put up a list of similarities later. But, it seems, I was right the first time. I guess it must be something else that loves family and culture and literature and music and art. I'm thinking dragon. What do y'all think?
The Elijah concert went pretty well. I was tired by the end of it, and ate seven or so really good cookies, all different kinds. Yom. I was stuffed, having drunk two bottles of water and eaten half a pizza in the car on the way to the concert from Roger's. Roger's rehearsal went pretty well, too. We're going to perform at the end-of-year Symphony Chorus party, next Saturday. It's gonna be cool: one or two on a part. I like solos. I didn't get the Girls' Chorus one, though. I'm not even in the second set of auditions. Ms. Bonner is so annoying. I felt like chomping on her. Or stomping. Something.
I didn't get to Susan's because of the concert, and because I stayed up til 5:30 working on wire and rocks and thus slept until one or so, getting up just in time to leave for Roger's. I have a cool new thingy though. I like rocks. Yay.
I read the chapters in my tiger book that were actually about tigers and not the guy's trip to see them, and I'm a little more solidified. I'll put up a list of similarities later. But, it seems, I was right the first time. I guess it must be something else that loves family and culture and literature and music and art. I'm thinking dragon. What do y'all think?