There is something about the sound of a cello that goes to the very depths of me.
This evening, we had "an evening of chamber music". Some incredible musicians performed: Sima Kustanovich, an utterly fabulous pianist who I have seen perform before and am blown away by every time I see her again; Julian Milkis, a clarinetist who is apparently the only clarinet student of Benny Goodman (and incredibly accomplished in his own right - his bio took up half the program!); and Borislav Strulev, a Russian cellist with amazing stage presence.
They played some wonderful pieces by Mendelssohn, Brahms, Paquito D'Rivera, Nino Rota, Morton Gould, and Astor Piazzolla. The Mendelssohn was probably my favorite (just piano and clarinet, a piece Felix supposedly wrote at age 16), but the piece they did for the encore nearly made me cry. Didn't quite catch name or composer...
I think I have been waiting for something like this concert all year. It reminded me suddenly why my life has meaning - and where I derive such a thing. How can one not live and love and enjoy life when there are such beautiful things to experience?
I'm glad I went.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Firsts.
There is something about things that come first.
For example, I am a first-born child. You get a lot of privileges as a first, but there are more frustrations when the younger sibling gets to do things you were never able to at an earlier age. Comes with the territory, but I don't think I'll ever get over some of the resentment involved.
Or what about your first kiss? That should be a big step in everyone's life, right? I didn't have my first real kiss until I was on the shy side of nineteen. It was rushed and unplanned and perfectly wonderful all at the same time.
The Russians were the first to launch not only a satellite but also animals and people into space. That started all kinds of trouble.
So what should be the first thing one posts to a new blog? Especially a blog without any real purpose. There's no agenda here. I have no soapbox to preach from. Everything here seems to come back to my own peace of mind. To that end - what would make me happiest to post first? Some explanation of who I am or where I'm coming from? A summary of all two decades (and change) of my life? It seems clear to me that everything unique to be tried has been done. Tone is all that matters now.
What is the tone of the Mystical Minx? I'll have to give it some thought and get back to you.
For example, I am a first-born child. You get a lot of privileges as a first, but there are more frustrations when the younger sibling gets to do things you were never able to at an earlier age. Comes with the territory, but I don't think I'll ever get over some of the resentment involved.
Or what about your first kiss? That should be a big step in everyone's life, right? I didn't have my first real kiss until I was on the shy side of nineteen. It was rushed and unplanned and perfectly wonderful all at the same time.
The Russians were the first to launch not only a satellite but also animals and people into space. That started all kinds of trouble.
So what should be the first thing one posts to a new blog? Especially a blog without any real purpose. There's no agenda here. I have no soapbox to preach from. Everything here seems to come back to my own peace of mind. To that end - what would make me happiest to post first? Some explanation of who I am or where I'm coming from? A summary of all two decades (and change) of my life? It seems clear to me that everything unique to be tried has been done. Tone is all that matters now.
What is the tone of the Mystical Minx? I'll have to give it some thought and get back to you.
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