Inspirations in the Middle of the Night...
I'm listening^ to a beautiful rendition of the Barber violin concerto* by Gil Shaham, and was struck by his phrasing in a little technical section. Who would have guessed so much contrast could be pulled out of it? This is why I put up with so much crap from myself. I may feel hopeless and beat myself up at times although I know better**, and may feel jealousy as my current and former studio-mates are off winning competitions and making their European recital debuts, but I dream of recognizing and executing those those amazing little moments just like Perlman, Hahn, and Shaham. There are so many wonderful things about playing the violin, and the only thing holding me back is myself...
Life-changing realizations should not occur in the middle of the night during the last few days of finals week. One final and one paper down, with a project to go. Analyzing two movements of Beethoven's Seventh Symphony is fun but still a lot of work. Everyone else finished their finals today except for me, but I still came along for Cajun food and the Lorax tonight. Had a really good po'boy, sweet potato fries (they are the best!!!!!!!), and grilled beans/onions, and the Lorax was rather fun, if preachy. Still, there were three Suess gold/catfish hybrids who sang the Mission Impossible theme acapella...
Oh, and we've had the strangest weather!!! Sun, high winds, rain, hail, and snow all within a period of 24 hours, and often in combination.
^When I should either be working on my final project for Form and Analysis or sleeping.
*A piece near and dear to my heart. It was the last complete piece I worked on with my teacher before he passed away, and I will never forget those months. It also is a gorgeous work with its own set of fiendishly difficult parts, despite being considered a less monumental concerto than Beethoven or Brahms. I definitely place it up there with the greats.
**Yes, I know that being unable to practice much because returning from an injury is a long-suffering process and that I shouldn't get angry for not being able to meet my own standards.
Life-changing realizations should not occur in the middle of the night during the last few days of finals week. One final and one paper down, with a project to go. Analyzing two movements of Beethoven's Seventh Symphony is fun but still a lot of work. Everyone else finished their finals today except for me, but I still came along for Cajun food and the Lorax tonight. Had a really good po'boy, sweet potato fries (they are the best!!!!!!!), and grilled beans/onions, and the Lorax was rather fun, if preachy. Still, there were three Suess gold/catfish hybrids who sang the Mission Impossible theme acapella...
Oh, and we've had the strangest weather!!! Sun, high winds, rain, hail, and snow all within a period of 24 hours, and often in combination.
^When I should either be working on my final project for Form and Analysis or sleeping.
*A piece near and dear to my heart. It was the last complete piece I worked on with my teacher before he passed away, and I will never forget those months. It also is a gorgeous work with its own set of fiendishly difficult parts, despite being considered a less monumental concerto than Beethoven or Brahms. I definitely place it up there with the greats.
**Yes, I know that being unable to practice much because returning from an injury is a long-suffering process and that I shouldn't get angry for not being able to meet my own standards.