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So last night I went to my friend Sharon's senior viola recital. She's one of my best music pals, we've played in orchestra together for years now plus some chamber music, and she's a fantastic musician, and the recital was a delight. In particular I was really struck by the final movement of her final piece, a shostakovich sonata. So get this: it's my last musical event at brandeis, and it's my good friend playing this piece, her last performance here ever. And the sonata was the last piece shostakovich ever wrote. And the final movement of his piece is an adagio (slow) in which he pays tribute to Beethoven (another of my favorites) by using pieces of beethoven's (famous) moonlight sonata throughout the movement. It's this incredibly beautiful, poignant elegy, and literally almost brought me to tears, especially when I started thinking about the piece itself in relation to what was going on in my own life. I was numb by the final note, just sitting there completely taken in. It was both a great moment and quite sad . . . bittersweet, a word I think I'm going to be using an awful lot these next couple weeks...