Well, I finally did it; I made my way through all four songs with very few flubs and missed notes. Thanks, everyone who wished me luck. I’d thought I’d be more relieved now that it’s over, but I feel pretty–well–normal. I’d like to do it again, soon, now that I know I can, if you know what I mean. I’m really looking forward to August now. I can’t remember if I mentioned this on here before or not, but I was hired a couple of weeks ago to play at this dinner-thing in August at a rather large church in Bowling Green. It’s for two nights, and I’ll be paid. Wonderful! Does this mean I can call myself a professional musician? …perhaps not, but Emmett (a real professional musician) said I certainly can’t be called an amateur anymore, and I’ll settle for that.
Archives for June 2003
Sorry to ramble on about this, but it’s what’s at the forefront of my mind at the moment.
My hands hurt; I practiced for four hours today at the church, The Lord’s Prayer as well as Jesu. I’ve not had to do that for some time–that is, practice for hours like a madwoman. There’s one part that’s still giving me fits.
My fingers have never really hurt so badly as they have in the past few weeks, between the violin, the mandolin and the piano (as the mad pianist in me arises). They’re probably quite disgusted with me, my fingers. Last night I played the mandolin until the tips of my fingers turned purple. Purple. I didn’t know stringed instrument could do that to one’s fingertips.
Everyone says they like the Korean song played on the Irish low whistle the best. I prefer it as well.
I had the opportunity to meet as well as rehearse with Dan. It turns out we’re only doing Schubert’s version, which is a relief to me. I was really wondering where all of this music was going to fit in. When I spoke with Dan on the phone, his voice was rather soft and–well, for lack of a better word—wispy. I didn’t really think about what he would sound like singing. That is, not until he practically blew me away. Nothing could have prepared me for the sheer volume of his voice. I was having to pound the keys to be able to hear the piano! (And I really hate doing that.) I’ll have to make sure he’s facing a little away from me during the wedding.
The fog outside my window is so thick I can barely see the thistles growing in the field; even though they’re only a couple of yards away.
I’ve had dreams two nights in a row, now, that I married someone I didn’t know. The first time I was set up, but last night I thought I was marrying someone I knew, but it turns out it was only a look-alike. I haven’t had dreams like this in two years.
As Paul would say, “I’m starting to feel the pressure”.
So, I walk into church Sunday, and Ginger (youth pastor’s wife) comes up to me and says:
“Shall we get together and rehearse sometime?” (Or something along those lines)
And I say:
“…Rehearse for what…?”
And she says:
“For Dell and Tony’s wedding, I’m singing The Lords Prayer and you’re playing for me. “
And I say :
You see, I was told before that she was just going to use a track so I wasn’t going to have to accompany her. I am, however, accompanying a man named Dan that I’ve never met before on Ave Maria; the version by Gounod as well as the one by Schubert. I’m also playing something for a prelude–Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring though I haven’t told them that yet. They mostly just told me they wanted a prelude and left me to my own devices to pick which song. Tony asked me Sunday night to play a traditional Korean song (he’s Korean) on the piano. Except–he only has the melody, and I haven’t the skill (nor the desire) to put chords to it. He said I could play just the meoldy, which I refuse to do. I’ll play it instead on either the mandolin, the “Irish Low Whistle” or perhaps even the oboe, or a recorder. I haven’t decided yet. I’ll take them all to church Wednesday night and see which he likes the best.
Oh, and the wedding is this saturday.
Thanks for the lovely comments about my room. 🙂
My new profile pic is my new room. Isn’t it lovely? As you can see, I have an obsession with pillows.
The only problem is, the completely blank, lonely, boring wall that isn’t shown. I have my copy of van Gogh’s Starry Night that Aimee brush-stroked for me hanging up, but other than that, I can’t think of anything or any way to put anything interesting up.
I have long posters, or whatever you want to call them, of paintings by Steinlin and Mucha…
But I want to frame them somehow, but not with normal frames. At the moment I’m at a loss.