Pick a little, talk a little
May. 9th, 2004 04:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xaaraCould've sworn I posted an entry with my complaints about the AP tests I just had to take, but evidently I didn't. Here's the gist of what I wanted to say: they were torture, but I didn't reveal the location of the Rebel base. Aren't you proud of me?
I've been listening to Beethoven's Fifth Symphony over and over because...I don't know why, really. I just like the way it fits together. Though I'm not a great Beethoven fan, I love his symphonies Five and Nine, and of course the Moonlight Sonata. My drum teacher and I listened to that last one together yesterday. Neither of us would admit that it had made both of us cry.
It turns out that four different youth orchestras need me to play with them next Sunday, so I'll be running around like mad, playing first with the string ensemble, then with the Preparatory Orchestra, the Junior Orchestra, and finally with my real orchestra, the Youth Orchestra. I'll probably have to play with the wind ensemble that's going to be at the concert - they always have music to hand to me as they're going onstage. Oh Carmen, you can just sightread this little piece as we're playing in front of a large audience, can't you? It shouldn't be a problem, right? You're not nervous or anything just because we had the luxury of practicing it for forever and a day and you just got it five minutes ago?
But somewhere inside of me, I must like doing this. Otherwise I wouldn't be back complaining about it the next week. Some part of me loves the adrenaline rush of standing on a stage with a set of hard xylophone mallets and two sheets of music, ready to play Sabre Dance in front of the world. Some part of me can't live without the happy exultant bursting feeling of cocky superiority after I've just nailed a passage that's been giving everyone ulcers for months. And I know I can't imagine life without my music.
I've been listening to Beethoven's Fifth Symphony over and over because...I don't know why, really. I just like the way it fits together. Though I'm not a great Beethoven fan, I love his symphonies Five and Nine, and of course the Moonlight Sonata. My drum teacher and I listened to that last one together yesterday. Neither of us would admit that it had made both of us cry.
It turns out that four different youth orchestras need me to play with them next Sunday, so I'll be running around like mad, playing first with the string ensemble, then with the Preparatory Orchestra, the Junior Orchestra, and finally with my real orchestra, the Youth Orchestra. I'll probably have to play with the wind ensemble that's going to be at the concert - they always have music to hand to me as they're going onstage. Oh Carmen, you can just sightread this little piece as we're playing in front of a large audience, can't you? It shouldn't be a problem, right? You're not nervous or anything just because we had the luxury of practicing it for forever and a day and you just got it five minutes ago?
But somewhere inside of me, I must like doing this. Otherwise I wouldn't be back complaining about it the next week. Some part of me loves the adrenaline rush of standing on a stage with a set of hard xylophone mallets and two sheets of music, ready to play Sabre Dance in front of the world. Some part of me can't live without the happy exultant bursting feeling of cocky superiority after I've just nailed a passage that's been giving everyone ulcers for months. And I know I can't imagine life without my music.
