You give me something that makes me feel alright.
Sometimes music just makes me want to cry.
How I miss making it!
I listened to Overture to Candide tonight and I truly think that piece of music is perfect. It swells and withers, it ebbs and flows, it highlights a variety of instruments in solos, it bounces in time, it paints a picture in your mind. It's flawless. Bernstein is (of course) a genius. And it just kills me inside that I'm not doing that. I get so jealous whenever I hear a beautiful flute sound because that could have been me if I had not given up. And I miss singing. Immensely. I miss being in an ensemble. I miss the long rehearsals, and learning the deeper meaning of a piece. I miss being part of something bigger than myself. Something written long ago, by the hands of someone long gone, and all that's left behind are these sounds for us to interpret. It's beautiful.
If music be the food of life, play on. Give me excess of it...
How I miss making it!
I listened to Overture to Candide tonight and I truly think that piece of music is perfect. It swells and withers, it ebbs and flows, it highlights a variety of instruments in solos, it bounces in time, it paints a picture in your mind. It's flawless. Bernstein is (of course) a genius. And it just kills me inside that I'm not doing that. I get so jealous whenever I hear a beautiful flute sound because that could have been me if I had not given up. And I miss singing. Immensely. I miss being in an ensemble. I miss the long rehearsals, and learning the deeper meaning of a piece. I miss being part of something bigger than myself. Something written long ago, by the hands of someone long gone, and all that's left behind are these sounds for us to interpret. It's beautiful.
If music be the food of life, play on. Give me excess of it...