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That could hardly have gone better. The whole day. Classes were utterly normal, not a whole lot of butterfly, several people wished me luck. The recital itself was like a Persian rug; enough flaws to remind me I was mortal, but otherwise an exercise in consistency and overall a pleasing result. What really made it for me, though, was the hugely exaggerated reaction. There was cheering and whooping and thunderous applause at every set, despite the moderate size of the audience, and an actual wave in the back, and three curtain calls. Apparently people cried, and the receiving line at the backstage door was full of enthusiasm and articulate praise, some of which was very surprising. Even before the door opened, Ben had already remarked on how hard we'd rocked, several times, and very sweetly hugged me and expressed his appreciation. But the most surprising ones were from people I'd not have expected. Dr. Wallace, for example, came and loved it. Dan McNickle asked me if my life was planned over the next few years; would I marry him? Scotty came, and was wonderfully enthusiastic. Bryan, the darling, was crying when he came backstage, and hugged me twice and kissed me on the cheek. Roger and Debbie gave me a dragon with a sword; much better than flowers! Paul Early apparently skipped something to come, and then came back after he went late to it so he could come to my reception.
Which was another resounding success. At least 20 people showed up and got along (though I did defend Ben rather heatedly against an accusation of over-Romanticizing the recit. in the Handel), and I played them Mika and Queen on the stereo in the living room, and they ate food and conversed with uproarious laughter. Paul and Scotty, my favorite people I haven't completely adopted into my life and therefore haven't hung out with them to as great an extent as I might like, stayed till 10:30, despite their respective tremendously pressing workloads. They stayed, and talked, and listened to me expound on the mechanics of singing and play them examples of superbness (mostly ensemble, since they can both really get behind an a capella arrangement of something they know). Scotty asked all kinds of really penetrating questions, for someone with no musical education whatsoever, and appreciated the explanations I tried to produce.
It was an empowering day.
Which was another resounding success. At least 20 people showed up and got along (though I did defend Ben rather heatedly against an accusation of over-Romanticizing the recit. in the Handel), and I played them Mika and Queen on the stereo in the living room, and they ate food and conversed with uproarious laughter. Paul and Scotty, my favorite people I haven't completely adopted into my life and therefore haven't hung out with them to as great an extent as I might like, stayed till 10:30, despite their respective tremendously pressing workloads. They stayed, and talked, and listened to me expound on the mechanics of singing and play them examples of superbness (mostly ensemble, since they can both really get behind an a capella arrangement of something they know). Scotty asked all kinds of really penetrating questions, for someone with no musical education whatsoever, and appreciated the explanations I tried to produce.
It was an empowering day.
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