piano disaster
So last night I had this performance at Cornish. I played a piano solo written by a friend who is a composition student there. It was his recital.
Oh man....this piece was SOOOOO hard. It was all atonal, syncopated and polyrhythmic. But I finally was able to play it with no noticeable mistakes by the day of the performance. I even had the motherfucker memorized.
He announces me, I walk on stage, sit down and I started to play. So far, so good. Then I noticed that the stage lighting was making all these weird reflections and shadows on the keys. That threw me off just enough to make me loose my edge and I started to get nervous. Then, I forgot what I was doing and I botched the living shit out of his piece. Very embarrassing.
But what was AWFUL was that he told me I did a good job. WTF? Dude, I totally ruined your fucking piece, don't lie to me! And his girlfriend kept saying "you did so well." Like I'm a little kid and I need someone to help lift my spirits? I fucked up! It happens, and I'll get over it. If the composer wasn't there I would've just started improving and faking my way back to something recognizable but I couldn't take liberties with a piece that wasn't mine.
There were 13 people in the audience.
Oh man....this piece was SOOOOO hard. It was all atonal, syncopated and polyrhythmic. But I finally was able to play it with no noticeable mistakes by the day of the performance. I even had the motherfucker memorized.
He announces me, I walk on stage, sit down and I started to play. So far, so good. Then I noticed that the stage lighting was making all these weird reflections and shadows on the keys. That threw me off just enough to make me loose my edge and I started to get nervous. Then, I forgot what I was doing and I botched the living shit out of his piece. Very embarrassing.
But what was AWFUL was that he told me I did a good job. WTF? Dude, I totally ruined your fucking piece, don't lie to me! And his girlfriend kept saying "you did so well." Like I'm a little kid and I need someone to help lift my spirits? I fucked up! It happens, and I'll get over it. If the composer wasn't there I would've just started improving and faking my way back to something recognizable but I couldn't take liberties with a piece that wasn't mine.
There were 13 people in the audience.