(My parents hear this at semi-regular intervals... every few months, perhaps.)
After I complete this Masters degree thingy--(just got back to Karlsruhe from CT yesterday; it smells like summer outside. Germany and Italy share a certain wonderful summer-scent, I think)--I shall change careers, get a postbacc and go to medical school.
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I'm not going to sing a very good "Die Schöne Müllerin" if I can't actually assume--to some degree--the needs and desires and fears of the young miller of these songs, will I? And yet people tell me that my performance of it had them crying by the end. This baffles me. But I'm convinced that this deficit will, eventually, catch up with me.
Which makes me wonder: would I actually care about my patients? (And isn't the illusion of caring enough? Just as it seems to be enough, for now, in singing? And don't I actually care a lot more than I think I do, and this is all some jumble of nonsense with which I'm littering your inbox and my comments page?)
Also: there are some very successful singers who have patently fake emotions on stage. And the job of the performer is not to have an emotional effect upon himself but upon his audience. So I'm not sure what's bothering me here either.
See? you've managed to find the holes in all my arguments today. :)
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