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Live from the ice chest....

Brrrr! Its gotta be like 30 degrees in the blasted computer area right now. My fingers are numb. So if you see any typos...
Waiting for the bookstore to open so I can get something. Hope it'll be there, I don't really feel like driving around Reno. Not that this town has all that many bookstores, but I would probably constitute a road hazard right now. Funny what tricks sleep deprivation can play. Hopefully my vision won't stay double, it's kind of annoying. Though I finally think I'm getting used to these damned glasses. If I tweak my head just right, I can almost see.
It was an... interesting experience last night at the concert. I managed to bs my way through my lesson on Wednesday because I have most of the notes memorized, so John never noticed that I wasn't actually reading the music. But last night was a different story. Since the stand was lower than my eye level, I was looking at it through the bifocal part of my lenses, which meant that everything within about two feet was perfectly focused. The only problem is that the stand was a little furthar away than that. I ended up having to do some odd contorting with my head and neck to read the tiny little notes. My stand partner kept giving me odd looks the entire time.
Other than that, the concert went great. It was long, given that we had, like, six concertos to play through, but I think we sounded good. I have to say, I like the Egmont Oveture more every time I hear it. It starts off loud and menacing in a minor key, then it goes through a few more sections until, in the coda, it modulates into a wonderfully happy allegro that makes it impossible to play without feeling happy. Nothing like Beethoven to cheer me up. I didn't even really mind the Finzi, which was surprising because modern classical music usually equates to instant migraine for me. It was very modern, changing tempo and meter and key practically every bar, but it was so expressive that I kind of fell into it. It would have been easier to read had it been printed, though. It wasn't, just a thrid-generation copy of someone's transcription. I hate that, because the notation is hard to read and awkward. The part has the annoying habit of changing into other clefs right at the end of a line, which means that it's very easy to miss the change. And that is a fairly noticable mistake.
Lets' see... The Mozart was fine, if a little anti-climactic. The other Beethoven piece went surpreisingly well. The pianist that played it has played other pieces with the orchestra before, and she's notorious for forgetting her part. But last night she was fine. That was neat, because I always felt so sorry for her when she had to give up and start over in front of everyone.
The Sant-Saens was good, too. I must have missed the fact that we had a narrator in rehearsal, because when everyone made their way onto stage, along comes this woman with no instrument, and I'm thinking, "okay." But she read the poems before each piece, and if you've ever read Ogden Nash, you'll understand why I felt sorry for her. But the music for that piece is great. Basically, it's a bunch of really short peices that the composer wrote after visiting the zoo. There's a whole orchestra plus about five extra percussion and two, count em, two pianos. It was kind of interesting to see them try to fit everything on the stage. And they decided at the last minute to take the lids off the pianos to make them louder. Keep in mind that these are grand pianos. I got there in time to watch. This is verbatim.
"Gimme the screwdriver, Cody."
"I thought you had it."
"Oh." Pause. "Anyone see any screws?"
"No. Maybe we can sort of pry it off."
"Can we tip it over?"
"Is that supposed to bend there."
"Well, it did."
"Hey, what are those?" Another pause. Three sets of eyes blink.
"Hinges. Can we take those out?"
"Pry 'em with the screwdriver."
At this point, I couldn't take any more and ran. I'm still amazed the pianos still had their legs.



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