Today is February 17, 2012. Today, I will be taking care of two little girls, taking them to storytime at the library, trying to satiate the never-ending appetite of an almost-14-month-old baby, answering the ever-present questions of a curious 3-year-old girl, cleaning up the house, making all the meals of the day, and most likely trying to be amorous with my husband when I'm dog tired at night. I'm also in the middle of organizing stuff for a local music students' evaluation in May, compiling grades from my college students' playing tests they completed last night, and contemplating baking something for my in-laws this weekend. Also, I've got to practice my piece for the faculty recital next month and eventually get out the door for a five-mile run. Tomorrow, right? Lol.
10 years ago today, it was February 17, 2002. I woke up nervous as can be because today was my senior recital at my college. Today, I was going to play a solo 60-minute recital from memory for everyone that came into that recital hall. I remember telling myself to treat it like a normal day so that I didn't go overboard on my nerves. Slept in, had breakfast in the dining hall (waffles, because it was Sunday!), showered, watched TV in my room, and eventually got dressed, headed over to the music building, warmed up, and got ready for the recital. I remember it went well, and I was pleased with how it turned out (even if my Rachmaninoff ended up having an accidental loop in it!). I was in the midst of applying to graduate schools, loving that I got to be with my three best friends on the same floor in the same residence hall, and finishing up my senior honors project so that I could graduate with University Honors. I was going places, and this inky-dinky college town (and college) were not going to hold me back from doing big things with my life. Perform now, teach later, get married even later, and no way in HELL was I ever going to have offspring. YUCK. Kids suck, and then they suck the life out of you. Who wants that?
Amazing how things change over a decade. Then, I was 21. Now, I'm 31 (obviously). If I could go back and talk to 21-year-old me right now, I'd tell me to relax and enjoy what I'm doing. There's no point in getting so worked up over things that are totally out of my control, so I might as well enjoy the last semester I have of college and let things fall where they will. Never rule out marriage when you're still young, it could happen - you just have to meet the right guy. And children? Maybe meeting the right guy will change your mind. ;) I'd also tell me to beware of the page 2 of the Rachmaninoff prelude I played on the recital and not to start daydreaming when I get there, to eliminate that stupid loop. It still bugs me, ten years later, when I hear it on the recording.
Then, I was a student musician. Now, I'm a wife-mom musician. I wonder what I'll be in another 10 years?
Senior Recital program
February 17, 2002
Sonata in E-flat Major, Hob. XVI: 52 - F.J. Haydn
Allegro
Adagio
Presto
Rhapsody in B minor, Op. 79 no. 1 - J. Brahms
Ballade in G minor, Op. 23 - F. Chopin
Prelude & Fugue in E-flat Major, BWV 876 - J.S. Bach
Sonata No. 2, Op. 6 - V. Persichetti
Moderato
Sostenuto
Allegretto
Allegro
Prelude in D Major, Op. 23 no. 4 - S. Rachmaninoff
L'Isle joyeuse - C. Debussy
Things sure do change, don't they?? :-)
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