This week has, altogether, been pretty fantastic for music.
Yesterday I got a good bit of playing in, though not as much as I'd liked (I'm never satisfied). My run-through of Mozart's Concerto in C was incredible: it was one of those moments where I thought "I knew I was good, but I didn't know I was that good". I seem to have a sort of issue where I think too much about what I'm doing, and thereby mess myself up. I think of it as "getting in the way of my fingers", and when I stepped out of the way, damn - it sounded great.
I still haven't heard anything from Laubin about when my order will come in (I was told last that it would be sometime this week), nor have I heard anything from Interlochen. Theoretically, I should be hearing in the very near future if I'm in or not. All applications with payments were due this past Friday, so the audition tapes of those who were waitlisted, like mine, will be reviewed in the near future. I don't know when I should be hearing by, I never received an exact date. All I know is I'm back to becoming anxious every time I see a notification for an email - it's back to waiting on Tanglewood or Robert Sheena all over again.
Yesterday, I thankfully redeemed myself from that absolutely terrible concert I'd done the week before at the local Ethical Society. (For those wondering what that is, it's a kind of humanist organization; it's what I was brought up with in place of Catholicism or some other religion like that.) I played the first Metamorphosis by Britten, and then Wagner's English horn solo in Tristan and Isolde. I wanted to play some English, but didn't have an accompanist, and therefore needed to find something solo. So, Tristan it was, despite it being more than a little weird to be playing something at a recital-like situation out of an excerpt book.
Meh; it worked. I can't complain.
Quintet rehearsals have been odd (as in, on Fridays) as of late. I don't know why our coach continues to schedule them for Friday: we get absolutely nothing done. Whether it's like two weeks ago, where nobody could stop giggling or being too energetic for their own good, or like this past Friday where it was more a quintet of zombies than instrumentalists, it doesn't work. At all. But, we still have another rehearsal this coming Friday. I'm not quite sure how well this plan was thought out.
Yesterday I got a good bit of playing in, though not as much as I'd liked (I'm never satisfied). My run-through of Mozart's Concerto in C was incredible: it was one of those moments where I thought "I knew I was good, but I didn't know I was that good". I seem to have a sort of issue where I think too much about what I'm doing, and thereby mess myself up. I think of it as "getting in the way of my fingers", and when I stepped out of the way, damn - it sounded great.
I still haven't heard anything from Laubin about when my order will come in (I was told last that it would be sometime this week), nor have I heard anything from Interlochen. Theoretically, I should be hearing in the very near future if I'm in or not. All applications with payments were due this past Friday, so the audition tapes of those who were waitlisted, like mine, will be reviewed in the near future. I don't know when I should be hearing by, I never received an exact date. All I know is I'm back to becoming anxious every time I see a notification for an email - it's back to waiting on Tanglewood or Robert Sheena all over again.
Yesterday, I thankfully redeemed myself from that absolutely terrible concert I'd done the week before at the local Ethical Society. (For those wondering what that is, it's a kind of humanist organization; it's what I was brought up with in place of Catholicism or some other religion like that.) I played the first Metamorphosis by Britten, and then Wagner's English horn solo in Tristan and Isolde. I wanted to play some English, but didn't have an accompanist, and therefore needed to find something solo. So, Tristan it was, despite it being more than a little weird to be playing something at a recital-like situation out of an excerpt book.
Meh; it worked. I can't complain.
Quintet rehearsals have been odd (as in, on Fridays) as of late. I don't know why our coach continues to schedule them for Friday: we get absolutely nothing done. Whether it's like two weeks ago, where nobody could stop giggling or being too energetic for their own good, or like this past Friday where it was more a quintet of zombies than instrumentalists, it doesn't work. At all. But, we still have another rehearsal this coming Friday. I'm not quite sure how well this plan was thought out.
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