In an early morning lesson, Fall of my sophomore year, my professor told me to learn the fugue in g-minor from Bach’s 1st violin sonata. I happily obliged and began my work on the piece that very afternoon, heading to the library to pick up both the piece and,...
Eight schools over three years. Flights, drives, and zoom calls. 2 am practice sessions. Emails, audition deposits, admissions seminars. Forgetting to turn the snares off, missed notes on Porgy, whiffed ruffs on Kijé. Welcome to my search for a master’s program....
This blog has been incredibly cathartic for me during the year. It has given me the opportunity to refine the tangle of thoughts I have rolling around in my head into tangible threads. With that clear mind comes the realization that I don’t have a limitless supply of...
WB: I met Ghadeer Abaido when she showed up in an orchestra rehearsal to play Totentanz, Liszt’s monument to the Dies irae. By the end of the exposition I was thoroughly entranced by her playing. Everything Ghadeer plays comes alive in a fashion you have to hear...
At least once a week I have a day where I get absolutely nothing done. I become paralyzed by thoughts; not really about how bad things are but how bad things are going to be. I’ve lost so many gigs already, but the thought of losing more and more just becomes...
Where to begin in writing this? I’m staring at a mostly blank document, wondering how to pull all the fragments of thoughts in my head into a congealed blob that will hopefully become a complete blog. The problem is this literary medium has literally no limits, I can...
