So I did it. It was terrifying, but I did it. I described it over here, and I don't want to retype it, so I'll be lazy and just give you the link.
I am so grateful to all of you for your love and support and kindness. Also, for your willingness to overlook my inability to focus on anything but the task at hand.
And now it's time to really clean my house.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Listening Ears Needed
So the time is approaching. I have to take the leap of faith and actually start performing. I've set up a few specific times to perform, but if you're wanting to hear the program and you're not able to make any of these, let me know and I'll give you your very own command performance. Yes. You ARE that special.
#1 Tomorrow (Thurs) morning. 10 am. Dayne's Music.
#2 Saturday afternoon. 3 pm. My house.
#3 Next Thurs (the 24th) morning. 10 am. Dayne's Music.
These are casual performances. Just come as you are. Bonus: if you come to my house, I'll even give you a brownie or something equally unhealthy.
Repertoire:
Bach Partita #2 in c minor
Beethoven Sonata #30 in E major, Op. 109
Chopin Ballade #4
Debussy Etude pour les cinq doigts
(and possibly: Mompou Cancion y danza #5...I think I need five more minutes to fill out the hour. I'll be timing tonight to decide.)
Friday, February 11, 2011
To My Blog
I have not forgotten you, oh dear blog.
You have been on my mind.
I would like to fill you with lovely pictures and thoughtful words. Really, I would.
But I'm just kind of freaking out right now, so this is all you get.
Two weeks from tomorrow is the big audition. TWO weeks. That's fourteen days, blog. FOURTEEN!
I'm practicing four hours a day. And next week I think I'm upping it to five.
My house? A minor wreck. My children? Pretty well loved and cared for, since I'm trying to avoid major practice sessions in the after-school hours. My husband? A saint.
My fingers? Cracked and bleeding.
My head? Totally full of music and theory and technical details. Stretched...OH, how stretched.
My heart? Full of awe at the mercies of a loving Father in Heaven.
I'll be back one day to fill you in on the details. Until then, think good thoughts my way.
(And to my friends and family: if you're in the area and want to be a live body to make me nervous and watch me hyperventilate a little, let me know. I'm going to do a few (a lot of) run-throughs in the next little while and wouldn't mind an audience here and there.)
You have been on my mind.
I would like to fill you with lovely pictures and thoughtful words. Really, I would.
But I'm just kind of freaking out right now, so this is all you get.
Two weeks from tomorrow is the big audition. TWO weeks. That's fourteen days, blog. FOURTEEN!
I'm practicing four hours a day. And next week I think I'm upping it to five.
My house? A minor wreck. My children? Pretty well loved and cared for, since I'm trying to avoid major practice sessions in the after-school hours. My husband? A saint.
My fingers? Cracked and bleeding.
My head? Totally full of music and theory and technical details. Stretched...OH, how stretched.
My heart? Full of awe at the mercies of a loving Father in Heaven.
I'll be back one day to fill you in on the details. Until then, think good thoughts my way.
(And to my friends and family: if you're in the area and want to be a live body to make me nervous and watch me hyperventilate a little, let me know. I'm going to do a few (a lot of) run-throughs in the next little while and wouldn't mind an audience here and there.)
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