November 5, 2012 at 12:22 AMMonday I played the most important gig of my life. I spent months arranging and re-arranging three pieces, writing each out by hand, months practicing each to be the best I could play them, painstakingly timed to match a 215 foot walk.
Then came the tail end of Frankenstorm. The wedding was moved indoors, thank goodness, and the acoustics inside the church were absolutely amazing. It took virtually zero effort to be heard in the back. But now the requirement for music was much shorter. I had one very short evening to pare down the music for a 40 second walk.
But this isn't about me. It is about my sister. She was an elegant and beautiful bride with her special wedding cowgirl boots hidden underneath her dress.
So, Bach's Cello Suite #6 Gigue it was for her recessional.
How's your hand?
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