fight club is relevant
Last night was amazing.
The Mozart went okay - the Kodaly was better - and the DVORAK fucking rocked out.
Well, after something extraordinary happened.
Mick had a memory lapse at the end of the first movement. He repeated a pattern twice when he should have only played it once, and couldn't find the next chord. Chaos in the orchestra, at least until Steve got us back on track. And he finished, a little disheartened. Between the 1st and 2nd movement, he looked so upset - even angry with himself for the mistake.
Then he looked over at me.
I smiled.
Very quietly said, "Forget about it."
He started to smile then, and laughed.
The rest of the performance was golden.
This is where fight club kind of comes in - for the rest of the concerto, I really only thought of one quote - "We just had a near-life experience." I've never felt so free during a performance. If I made mistakes, I smiled and nailed the next few notes or passage. I let the music move me - I let Mick's performance move me.
It's strange to share a moment like that with someone who is your teacher or mentor. In that one moment, we each earned some more respect for the other. And I don't know what it was that made me do that. He even talked with me about it today - saying that a student would usually just be worrying like hell for their teacher. Not beaming at them, and speaking to them during the performance.
It was...I don't know - enlightening? Nah. Hmm...wonderful?? Bull. It was just...something that you can only feel and reflect on - never being able to put it into words.
It's the kind of thing that happens when someone who always keeps it together for you, when you're the weaker person, is suddenly in need and you're right there. You feel it and you're there. No one asked you to or said they'd prefer it...it just happens.
Fuck.
Awesome.
I was Mick's hero last night.
:D
Now I need to be my own hero.
The Mozart went okay - the Kodaly was better - and the DVORAK fucking rocked out.
Well, after something extraordinary happened.
Mick had a memory lapse at the end of the first movement. He repeated a pattern twice when he should have only played it once, and couldn't find the next chord. Chaos in the orchestra, at least until Steve got us back on track. And he finished, a little disheartened. Between the 1st and 2nd movement, he looked so upset - even angry with himself for the mistake.
Then he looked over at me.
I smiled.
Very quietly said, "Forget about it."
He started to smile then, and laughed.
The rest of the performance was golden.
This is where fight club kind of comes in - for the rest of the concerto, I really only thought of one quote - "We just had a near-life experience." I've never felt so free during a performance. If I made mistakes, I smiled and nailed the next few notes or passage. I let the music move me - I let Mick's performance move me.
It's strange to share a moment like that with someone who is your teacher or mentor. In that one moment, we each earned some more respect for the other. And I don't know what it was that made me do that. He even talked with me about it today - saying that a student would usually just be worrying like hell for their teacher. Not beaming at them, and speaking to them during the performance.
It was...I don't know - enlightening? Nah. Hmm...wonderful?? Bull. It was just...something that you can only feel and reflect on - never being able to put it into words.
It's the kind of thing that happens when someone who always keeps it together for you, when you're the weaker person, is suddenly in need and you're right there. You feel it and you're there. No one asked you to or said they'd prefer it...it just happens.
Fuck.
Awesome.
I was Mick's hero last night.
:D
Now I need to be my own hero.