piano final was a disaster. self-medicating with bubble tea (which i’ve never had before — i like it!) & score review.
Posts tagged piano.
pep talk for myself
- you kicked butt at your last piano jury. dedicate just as much time to practicing the new material every day and in 2 1/2 weeks the final round will be a piece of (gluten-free) cake.
- today’s voice lesson was incredibly valuable and ground-breaking. one tiny change in the movement of your soft palate gave you effortless laryngeal freedom & flexibility like you couldn’t believe — you had to stop in the middle of a song because you were grinning too wide to sing. also, you sang a high C that felt like nothing, even though you were dehydrated, over-caffeinated, and sleep-deprived. you are made for this.
- you will not fail
- … but even if you do, the people who matter most will still love you the same
- … your parents might evict you, but that’s beside the point
- this is a positive list! stop that!
- you have been blessed with the opportunity to work under a world-class stage director on an electrifying opera with super friendly and supportive cast members who could very well be your peers in a year and a half. and you get to watch your sister sing the crap out of her part, and give her constructive criticism and technique checks along the way.
- people generally like you, even though you feel like a total dork 97% of the time
- music dorks are awesome
countdown
18 hours to first staging rehearsal
15 days to first run-through on main stage
21 days to final piano jury
25 days to opening night
26 days to graduation
27 days to ____________________ (I am physically incapable of imagining life past April 28th right now)
countdown
6 days to piano jury
7 days to biology class final
8 days to spring break
12 days to first opera rehearsal
6 weeks to graduation
Arvo Pärt - Alina! (by tiad)
Stillness
i can do this.
I can make it through today. I can practice piano for 20 minutes and read 50 pages for my scholarly book review. I can be actively present at the choir concert for high school kids and give all my positive energy and efficiency at work. Just after I take a nap.
8.12.11 To-Do
e-mail choir director re: NYC tripe-mail registrar counselor re: credit-grubbing- e-mail piano teacher re: I suck at everything and it’s hopeless and how will I ever graduate on time?!?
- register for Fall classes
- request days off work for NYC trip
- literal translations for Laughing Song and Die Mainacht
- memorize French
freak out because my damn disk drive is broken AGAIN and therefore I can’t listen to my language session from my last voice lesson- keep breathing
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ake myself out for Thai food because I deserve it, dammit. go to workget my Monday shifts (both of them) covered because I got scheduled AGAIN on the one day I told my boss I’m not available- I like my job I like my job I like my job
Victor realized that the music, which before had seemed a narrow dungeon where, shackled together by the resonant sounds, they had been compelled to sit face-to-face some twenty feet apart, had actually been incredible bliss, a magic glass dome that had embraced and imprisoned him and her, had made it possible for him to breathe the same air as she; and now everything had been broken and scattered, she was disappearing through the door, Wolf had shut the piano, and the enchanting captivity could not be restored.
Another set from my senior recital.
These are movements 3, 4, and 5 of Eric Whitacre’s Five Hebrew Love Songs. Instead of going on about everything I wish I had done better vocally, I will say that I performed these songs well for where I was in my vocal training and I am motivated/inspired to make my mid-to-low range as easy and consistent as my upper range (a.k.a. keep the soft palate lifted, keep energy through the ends of phrases, and not engage the throat, tongue, and jaw in an effort to force warmth/maturity into a young voice…. oops, I’m staying positive. Right). These songs will always have a very special place in my heart and I will perform them again some time in my life.
Apologies for the drawn out applause at the end, and my idiot brother-in-law screaming “encore” from the third row. Just stop listening at that point. You won’t miss anything.
GPOY.
I didn’t pass as much of my piano proficiency as I had hoped I would this year. Very frustrated.
(via operagirlie)

