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Wow.
I just did a tiny thing in a huge concert that was much more awesome and well-put-together than the one last year. Everyone was awesome. The films ran much more smoothly, it was logistically better-organized, and the music was more closely related to the films.
And yet, I forget about most of it. There are only about 30 people in my department, and somehow I had never encountered this one particular 1st-year-grad pianist before.
He broke my brain. And possibly also my heart. Not like that, but the way a piece of Tiffany glass in a church with the sun beating through it onto gilt mahogany makes you think there can't possibly ever be anything more gorgeous made by people, so why not just give up.
He's a pianist like my dad was a pianist, with total masterful facile excellence at everything, supporting whoever he's playing with like he's reading their mind, introducing new ideas and developing them fully in improvisation, with assurance but without self-conscious postmodernism that afflicts most of the rest of the virtuosi in this program. He played some stuff that actually viscerally reminded me not only of the recordings of my dad but possible actual memories I have of hearing him. And the complete commitment he had to collaboration with the two different singers he played with reminded me of the way Reggie and I used to find a world together. He was only on two of the pieces in the 2.5-hour concert, but he was the last one, and I was crying like a crying thing at the end of it. And it's extra-brainbreaking cause I don't just admire, I despair. Makes me feel like a total poser, the mastery he has of everything he does. AGH
And somehow I'd never heard of him. He's practically IN MY CLASS.
And now we are facebook friends and we're going to jam on Friday. Hopefully I will not break down into the bitter salt tears of an exposed musical poser.
I just did a tiny thing in a huge concert that was much more awesome and well-put-together than the one last year. Everyone was awesome. The films ran much more smoothly, it was logistically better-organized, and the music was more closely related to the films.
And yet, I forget about most of it. There are only about 30 people in my department, and somehow I had never encountered this one particular 1st-year-grad pianist before.
He broke my brain. And possibly also my heart. Not like that, but the way a piece of Tiffany glass in a church with the sun beating through it onto gilt mahogany makes you think there can't possibly ever be anything more gorgeous made by people, so why not just give up.
He's a pianist like my dad was a pianist, with total masterful facile excellence at everything, supporting whoever he's playing with like he's reading their mind, introducing new ideas and developing them fully in improvisation, with assurance but without self-conscious postmodernism that afflicts most of the rest of the virtuosi in this program. He played some stuff that actually viscerally reminded me not only of the recordings of my dad but possible actual memories I have of hearing him. And the complete commitment he had to collaboration with the two different singers he played with reminded me of the way Reggie and I used to find a world together. He was only on two of the pieces in the 2.5-hour concert, but he was the last one, and I was crying like a crying thing at the end of it. And it's extra-brainbreaking cause I don't just admire, I despair. Makes me feel like a total poser, the mastery he has of everything he does. AGH
And somehow I'd never heard of him. He's practically IN MY CLASS.
And now we are facebook friends and we're going to jam on Friday. Hopefully I will not break down into the bitter salt tears of an exposed musical poser.
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Man, I want that so bad. Have an awesome time.
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