I was given the Kabalevsky yesterday and told I would really "dig" it. And I do! I started working out the notes/rhythms last night. I have a competition in January, and I think this will be the piece I perform! Man, that is such a cool piece!
We have another orchestra practice this week. I practiced really hard on the music, especially the Beethoven Seventh. Have any of you realized that the less you like the piece, the more you have to work on it? It's frustrating...
My brothers and Dad left for Chicago this morning, so now it's just me and my Mom alone in the house. I picked up some movies and I'm planning on just staying home and watching great flicks all day (hopefully in pajamas) Then I want to listen to "Madama Butterfly" because I got it from the library and I've read the plot. Who the heck gets married when they're fifteen? But anyways, I just need the libretto (preferably with an English translation).
Last night though, I had one of those "contemplating life" evenings. Vaughan William's Lark Ascending is good contemplation music. I have so much to think about in my personal life, my school life and my violin life. *sigh*
I'm off to movie out the day, y'all. Have a great and relaxing weekend!
My violin-caused wounds on my feet have now scabbed over. I'm trying to conceal them from everybody with bandaids, but it just isn;t working. *sigh*
Today, my dad and I got into a MASSIVE discussion about music and art and things. Man, when we get going, we get GOING! We ended up mixing math, science, theology, art, and music all into this big philosophical discussion. We covered what music was, why rock music is inferior to classical (it's harder to explain than you first think)...all kinds of stuff.
Now I'm off to type up my lab report for Biology and read some letters and then go to bed. Good night all!
I was up studying again last night though.
That's the only problem with practicing a lot.
Oh, and I tripped on my violin backpack straps the other day, fell on the sidewalk, and lacerated my knees and feet. It's SO GROSS! My knees are pretty much scabbed over, but my feet are still...well...ripped up with gunk oozing out of them...
I have to pack a lunch now. Ta ta!
We had THE TALK.
The scheduling talk.
In other words, more practice, Natasha.
My assignment is to schedule my days out in advance and leave room for violin. Gonna have to take my violin in to school with me and practice there. But if I really want to exceed, I'll have to deal with the PAIN! :-)
On a brigher side, when I was finished, my tracher said "You sound fabulous, as always." That was nice. I always wonder how good I really am.
I found out some SCANDOLOUS information about my teacher;
He played electric guitar professionally in a rock band.
And graduated from Yale.
And his undergrad was psycology.
Which is what I want to do if I don't become a musician.
Maybe that's why we click.
Heck, we have so much fun together!
Well...TO THE CALENDAR!!!
To get to the point, I'm still being mobbed over that performance. I really can't believe it was THAT good, but I don't know...I haven't heard it.
I have lessons tomorrow, and I can't WAIT to show my teacher my octave etudes. They are VERY very good.
I have to run and order some new music now. Kreisler, kabalevsky, *drools* here I come!
Our string ensemble has SEVEN concerts this year! And our teacher promoted me to principal second violinist! I'm really exited about that because, we get to play ALL originals (or as our teacher says "All originals except for the ones I've arranged...and those ARE original!"). The worst part about reading the music he arranges is that at least half of it (usually all of it) is a Xeroxed copy of hand written music, which has been clipped and glued onto our score with numerous arrows written over the music, showing us where to leap around.
He took the first (I think) movement of Death and Maiden (schubert) and condensed it into 5 minutes.
I'm going to have so much fun with it all this year! It's challenging but just SO cool!!! And I've printed out my supply of buisness cards, so I can promote myself with ease. I'm off to the practice room now. Ta ta!
So they finally had me play, and I played and it sounded awesome and a zillion people complimented me. I felt I didn't deserve it, ya know? Like, it was God playing, not me, cause I have never heard myself play so well.
My mom was all teary and my Dad was walking around all proud and everything. And my friend...Oh my gosh was he good! He was so great he got a standing ovation! He totally deserved that; he was in top form!
At the reception, I got mobbed by college students who couldn't believe I was only fourteen, yada yada...as Sam (my friend) said, it was like being a rock god.
It makes me feel so embaressed to have every Tom, Dick and Harry fawn over me though.
And Mr. Monaghan was there.
Any of you guys ever eat at Domino's pizza?
Well, he founded it!
He's, like, a billionaire. He's building the university my Dad works at (Ave Maria).
And he was listening to me play! Heck, every single big shot at the universtiy was there: the university president, provost, chaplain....EVERYBODY!
That was so cool.
And they took my picture and the guy said they might put it on the FRONT COVER OF THE NEWSPAPER!!!!
Oh moy goshgoshgosh! I am so HAPPY!!!
EVERYONE REJOICE WITH ME!!!
I'm going to go practice now.
So I feel more comfortable with the double stops of doom.
They really aren't that bad, but double-stops are my weakness, so I must work them until I could play them perfectly in tune in my sleep.
Those and the hemidemisemiquaver runs. Not that I need to practice them. I just like to do them.
They're kind of a cheap trick, but the inexperienced audience loved em. hehe.
My first lesson since last May was today.
I gave my teacher a big hug.
He gave me some music to order.
In the meantime, it's a prescription of sustaining my bow and bowing out to fix me up.
With a dose of Bach and Kreisler before diving into some kabalevksy. Anyone played that? I've never even heard of it...he wants me to learn that before Scene de Ballet.
My friend was trying to convince me to play a BIG concerto this year. Like Scottish Fantasy. He doesn't seem to understand that although I could learn the notes and technique, I would rather play it to MASTER it PERFECTLY.
Okay, signing off to listen to those beautiful gymnopedies by Satie. gotta love em.
Corelli+electronic perfectly tuned organ=total coolness.
That's something they don't teach you in math.
Anyways, at the same time, I'm kind of...exhilarated. I have quite a resume going at my age. I can't help but thank God for all these opportunities that are coming my way.
Looking back, last year, I was ready to kill my violin and all the trouble it brought me. Now...I'm ready to kill myself for all the trouble I'm bringing my violin. ;-) Okay, so maybe not, but you get the picture.
If anyone wants me, I'll be here, contemplating life with Satie and his gymnopedie No. 3. That music is so beautiful it makes me want to cry. Every time.
I remember seeing this one guy (forget who) perform (I forget what), and all I remember is how AWFUL his presence was! He was always walking while he played (this is with an orchestra, where the soloist isn't supposed to walk) and he almost knocked over the first violins stand! And it was SO distracting that (as you see) I have very little rememberence of anything else!
My finger was saved by my nailpolish yesterday. I was shaving and ran over my finger with the razor. Instead of takin off half of my nail on my violin hand, it took off the thick layer of polish I had smeared on the night before. I am SO grateful that wasn't my finger, or else I would've had to forgoe that benefit concert!
Hey, do any of you guys get aching knuckles after playing a fast piece? What do you all do?
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