Post-Concertness
I just played my last concert at Fredonia. The last orchestra concert.
Speaking of which – he didn’t have the graduating seniors stand up and be recognized. He didn’t do that at the chamber concert either, so I don’t feel so bad, but I just realized that had happened. Oh well.
Either way – In high school, concerts were celebrated. Even now, they are celebrated. Small Brain Oboes used to go out to the bar after their performance was done. Except lately, for me, I don’t care so much. Perhaps the fact that no one is at the concert for me. Although James was at the opera. I mean, it was his favorite opera, but he wouldn’t have gone to see it if I wasn’t in the pit. I don’t know. We played the concert. And now I’m home preparing for tomorrow’s church service, which happens to be the big music Sunday. I’m pretty sure tomorrow after the service, I’ll come home and start preparing for the next thing. Its not that I don’t enjoy the time on stage, but it just isn’t a huge deal anymore. Perhaps if I ever get a gig in a major orchestra… Except this concert was nothing to sniff at. We performed Carl Orff’s Carmina Burana. If you’ve watched TV in the past five years, you’ve heard parts of it in commercials. Its intense and long and really quite amazing. And we did a damn good job. But the moment is over. There is a part of me that wishes to get drunk tonight and let everything go, and I do have responsibilities keeping me from doing so. Tomorrow night I’ll let go. But right now… I’m just… whatever. Concert’s over. Next.
I don’t know if this is what it feels like to be a professional. I think about the Cleveland Orchestra. We attended their Thursday night concert, which was going to be repeated on Saturday. Then next Saturday its a whole new program. I cannot imagine the orchestral members going out drinking and celebrating after each concert. They would all need livers transplants! It is not unusual for them to perform a program Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday and then prepare a totally new program for the next weekend. Not to mention being professors at the Institute.
So am I really that mature? Or do I just not have any friends?
Did you perform the whole piece, or just O Fortuna?
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RYN: Maybe it’s because I’ve heard it so many times, but I’m not big on Romeo and Juliet anymore. Interesting bit of programming, though you might have been better served doing a Mahler symphony (#8, maybe? I forget which is the “Symphony for 1000”) if you have the whole nine on stage, you know? Either that or do Glass’ “3:14.” 😉
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“Next,” encapsulate what it’s like for me to photograph sometimes. When I’m shooting, I’m doing my job. When it’s over… there’s sometimes a hollowness there; something always feels missing until the next time. Perhaps we don’t know how NOT to be artists. Unless we have our instruments with us, there is a hesistation there about what we should be doing. Mmm, Sunday musings.
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I suppose that’s the “danger” of doing what you love for a living – the possibility of it becoming routine. I don’t envy you artists at all, sometimes. ::hugs::
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Not that I’m an artist, but I do understand what you and Shazar in his not means. It is hard to, say, coming home from a trip to London with all the exciting shoots I did there, and try and make my own surroundings interesting to shoot again
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RYN: Understood. 😉
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