miles per concerto....
Aug. 16th, 2002 04:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
violachicI have discovered that the drive from Beth's place to mine at four in the morning takes EXACTLY three movements of the Telemann Viola Concerto.
How do I know this, you ask?
Its really quite simple.
It seems that, according to WFMT Radio 98.7 , the best time of the week to program solo viola repertoire is at FOUR O'CLOCK ON FRIDAY MORNINGS.
C'mon, hit me with your best viola joke. Really. Hit me. I can take it.
*siiiiiggggghhh*
Well, I think Beth feels that she has sufficiently celebrated her birthday. Many thanks to Chavo for supplying her with many drinks....free, AND freakin' strong. But it only took 2 hours at Omega to sober up :-D
But listening to the Telemann on the radio made me so very pensive. First of all, even though I've played it a billion times, I haven't played it very recently. I have a student working on it, but that's not the same thing. It was such a beautiful performance. I didn't stop to get details from the announcer because I felt that any speaking voice would ruin the effect. But it definitely made me think of what I'd be giving up by joining BVS. Not that its going to stop me. But I realized that even if Kelly wins the concerto competition at school in November, she wouldn't be performing till April, and I wouldn't be there to coach her or hear her. That broke my heart. I cried.
What do you do when you've known all your life what you want to do when you "grew up", then you end up doing it and you find that you're not nearly as happy doing it as you thought you would be, and then you realize that there's something out there that would be the epitome of fufillment, but in order to do that you have to give up the other thing you've spent your life wanting to do?
When I grow up, I want to be a hippie. Or six years old. Whatever comes first.
How do I know this, you ask?
Its really quite simple.
It seems that, according to WFMT Radio 98.7 , the best time of the week to program solo viola repertoire is at FOUR O'CLOCK ON FRIDAY MORNINGS.
C'mon, hit me with your best viola joke. Really. Hit me. I can take it.
*siiiiiggggghhh*
Well, I think Beth feels that she has sufficiently celebrated her birthday. Many thanks to Chavo for supplying her with many drinks....free, AND freakin' strong. But it only took 2 hours at Omega to sober up :-D
But listening to the Telemann on the radio made me so very pensive. First of all, even though I've played it a billion times, I haven't played it very recently. I have a student working on it, but that's not the same thing. It was such a beautiful performance. I didn't stop to get details from the announcer because I felt that any speaking voice would ruin the effect. But it definitely made me think of what I'd be giving up by joining BVS. Not that its going to stop me. But I realized that even if Kelly wins the concerto competition at school in November, she wouldn't be performing till April, and I wouldn't be there to coach her or hear her. That broke my heart. I cried.
What do you do when you've known all your life what you want to do when you "grew up", then you end up doing it and you find that you're not nearly as happy doing it as you thought you would be, and then you realize that there's something out there that would be the epitome of fufillment, but in order to do that you have to give up the other thing you've spent your life wanting to do?
When I grow up, I want to be a hippie. Or six years old. Whatever comes first.
