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Ow. The middle of my back hurts. I am so tired. A concert is draining, not to mention two 40-minute walks to get to and back from Burger King for dinner, after rehearsal. The concert was beautiful. ALL the seniors were crying, and Dr. Evans was crying even before we started the Tchaikovsky.
I did all my crying during class the last few rehearsals before the concert. Tonight was better than any rehearsal. We were so focused. Tchaikovsky 6, Saint-Saens Introduction et Capriccio pour Violon, Nielsen Flute Concerto, Debussy Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun. Fifteen dollars or no, this cd is going to be mine. The experience of playing great music in a good orchestra, no matter how bad an individual is, is passing a spiritual experience and verging on heavenly. This is why I live for music. There is nothing else that can do this. Even a perfect piece of art; no. A film comes close, but it's usually scored. Music, combined with learning, felinity, and love, is my life. And that is what is so wrenching about this new complication; it's his, too. She's not as committed. He and I discussed his composition (in the frivolously redundant key of F-double-flat minor) this morning in a practice room. I fell so inadequate. Not to mention drained.
We have a recording of the Durufle Requiem, but not the score; it's on the same cd as the Shaw recording of the Faure' Requiem.
I did all my crying during class the last few rehearsals before the concert. Tonight was better than any rehearsal. We were so focused. Tchaikovsky 6, Saint-Saens Introduction et Capriccio pour Violon, Nielsen Flute Concerto, Debussy Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun. Fifteen dollars or no, this cd is going to be mine. The experience of playing great music in a good orchestra, no matter how bad an individual is, is passing a spiritual experience and verging on heavenly. This is why I live for music. There is nothing else that can do this. Even a perfect piece of art; no. A film comes close, but it's usually scored. Music, combined with learning, felinity, and love, is my life. And that is what is so wrenching about this new complication; it's his, too. She's not as committed. He and I discussed his composition (in the frivolously redundant key of F-double-flat minor) this morning in a practice room. I fell so inadequate. Not to mention drained.
We have a recording of the Durufle Requiem, but not the score; it's on the same cd as the Shaw recording of the Faure' Requiem.
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