Sometimes it feels like your relearning things that you've already learned before... like the deja vous of the learning process.
I don't believe in going backwards. And going around in circles isn't so bad. Every time steps are retraced something new happens and something else is seen that wasn't seen the first time around.
Ok, now how does this tie in to my music? I wrote when I was very young and then wrote whenever I got a chance to take a break from practicing classical music. Composition was always my breath of fresh air, and poetry somehow just fit its way in there. Now I am fully and rapidly breathing. Like I was when I was the little girl, but only in top speed- everything I've learned on my own is coming back to me- my own ear is rejuvenated.
Heh. Sorry it has been a while since I last wrote a lil entry here.
A classical open mic. Basically a synonymous phrase for public classical music. This is how I think of it at least.
The motto: Bringing classical music back to the people.
I like this. It's real, its honest. Its completely selfless- for classical musicians, yet it is a win win situation to practice plying in such a different environment. I was completely flabbergasted at the quietness in the audiencthe 7th. I don't usually tear up, but I did, during the first performance.
I am running out of computer batteries now. I guess this is all I can write because I have to save the remains of its precious life for a little bit longer.
Mainly positive responses have come out of the classical open mic idea. New things never scared me, but they seem to sometimes challenge traditional ideas more than expected. However, I always have to remind myself that I need to never assume that people will be a certain way before I even introduce a subject/concept to them. Many of my fears about other's fears are completely pre-conceptualized (can I put the dash there?).
Something to think about that I think carries over to more than just our Classical Open Mic night. Next Tuesday.
Semester starts soon. This time its going to be a bit different. At least I'll get to write papers about music and learn about music and play music and listen to music and wow. It really is a lot of music... mmmm it can't get any better can it? Although I hope I'm not forced into becoming a slave again this semester.
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Colorado is gorgeous, reminds me of a bumpy Texas. I am hidden in a cabin in the forest and just saw a giant fox last night :)
Did some research: red fox? http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/04/red-fox.html
Alright! This is my first "blog" entry. Ever. They've scared me until now because I watch people use blogging as another outlet to complain... like the world really needs more of that.
But then I came to a realization. An epiphany if you will. A pinnacle of enlightenment. A... ok I'll stop. Blogging is probably the best way for you all to get to know me. The real me. The me that I haven't been able to edit ;) So, here I go. One step at a time. Baby steps. (Everyone go now and watch "What about Bob" with Bill Murray)