My palms sweated as if it were a runny nose. Even before I had walked into the large room for a violin recital, I was really nervous. Usually I never messed up in front of an audience, presentation or music, which was what made this experience unique. I am not feeling on fire today, I thought with fear and worry. Despite my teacher’s confirmation of a small audience, I felt that something would go wrong. Unfortunately, I was indeed correct. Once I unpacked my violin from its case, I placed my music on a stand and tuned the violin. First, I had to practice with a pianist to pair the dueting. To my surprise, I wasn’t too shabby with the extra, outside notes. Still, I felt an invisible cloud messing with my mind. Worry chewed on my brain. Afterwards, I asked my teacher,“ Is there anything I should or shouldn’t do?” …show more content…
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Once the recital started, I began to worry even more. My mind whirled with thoughts of trouble about the recital, until I was brutally slapped back into reality when I heard my name being called to play. With quaking knees, I shambled up to the front of the room and stood next to the piano. The pianist played the opening, and I froze. Immediately, I knew I had let my teacher down, because I literally did the exact opposite of what she had warned. My mind struggled to comprehend the seemingly endless stream of dots and lines on the papers. Throughout the song, I heard mistakes I had never made before. Again, my mind swirled with thoughts of, this time, pure embarrassment. I thought my head was going to implode.
By the time I finished the disaster waiting to happen, my cheeks had become painted red with embarrassment. I quickly shuffled back to my seat after an awkward bow. My eyes were glued to the ground, so I wouldn’t have to meet everyone else’s gaze. When everyone else had gone up to play, I felt
On Tuesday, October 17, 2017, I attended a musical concert. This was the first time I had ever been to a concert and did not play. The concert was not what I expected. I assumed I was going to a symphony that featured a soloist clarinet; however, upon arrival I quickly realized that my previous assumptions were false. My experience was sort of a rollercoaster. One minute I was down and almost asleep; next I was laughing; then I was up and intrigued.
Why would you ever want to be?! Is mainstream violinist what you want to be? Do you can to blend in with everyone else and not stand out? Violins are the smallest instruments in the orchestra. Who wants that tiny thing? It’ll get lost easily because of that size! They are the most played instrument and tend to have a large group of players so your sound will probably be masked by the others. Many times violists start on a violin because it’s a smaller size, but then change over to the viola as they grow older (that’s because we’re amazing). The violins are also the self-centered instruments because they always want to have the melodies and they think they’re the best when in reality they aren’t. OH! When they are played wrong, it is one. Of. The. Worst. Sounds. Ever. They sound like dying cats on that E string if they are out of tune! I can’t imagine anyone would intend to play
I attended the Student Recital Concert on April 16th in the Theatre on the 2nd floor at SWIC. It was apparently the last recital of the year. The spotlight was focused on the stage and it was dark in the audience. The only people who were dressed nicely in the audience were performers who were not backstage yet. Everyone else wore normal, casual attire. The room was fairly large. The first act was Sonata 1 in F major. This came from the Baroque era. This was written by Benedetto Marcello. Originally a tuba solo, this piece was accompanied by the piano. Christopher Smith played the tuba, while Diana Umali played the piano. The woman was of Asian descent and wore a black shirt, black pants and black flats. The Caucasian gentleman wore a rust colored dress shirt, black pants and dress shoes. Largo 1 was slow and somewhat depressing. It sounded melancholy. Largo II seemed to progress louder and louder. Largo III picked up some speed. I actually liked it and it started off faster. The duo finally finished at around seven minutes and forty-eight seconds. They collected their chairs and music sheet stands and exited the stage. Then a young black girl, Kayla Jennings, walks on to the stage. An older man, Dennis Bergin, steps out onto the stage and sits on the bench in front of the piano. He was wearing a nice suit. The girl then runs backstage, as if she has forgotten something. She came back out and stood in the middle of the stage. She then gestures to the pianist. The girl then starts singing Homeward Bound by Jay Althouse. The girl was a soprano and I could tell that she was nervous. She seemed to laugh a lot during the song as if she was not taking it seriously. About three minutes into the song, Kayla laughs and proceeds to put her ...
As I grumbled and griped about having an honors band rehersal only hours before the concert - as i complained about the growing callus on my thumb, about the gay kid with the neckstrap who was first chair clarinet, as i lamented the fact I could NEVER play this music, that i wouldn't get any better in that small practice, so WHY bother-
The thoughts running around in my head were telling me that this essay might be a little better than the pre-assessment. After all, Mrs. Robinson had proclaimed she graded harder to teach us, but there were still doubts in my head. I thought to would write something personal, since that was what I was used to and it worked well for me. Upsettingly, I spent time on this essay but didn’t use all the resources to my benefit. I didn’t read it aloud after being finished and go back and check to see what I wrote made sense. Figured that out later
I saw my phone light up out of the corner of my eye during that faithful weekly orchestra rehearsal in November. My stomach did flips as I tried to adhere to orchestra etiquette of no cell phone use during rehearsal, but I couldn’t help but look. I anxiously opened the text from my orchestra teacher while the conductor walked over to a section where I was out of his line of sight, only to see the words I had been dreading for the past three weeks. “I’m sorry, Esther. You didn’t make it.” I could feel my face turn bright red, paralyzed by the shock and disappointment. I silently sat in my seat for the rest of rehearsal, angry that I had no one to blame but myself for the outcome.
When the time was up to stop writing, I looked around the classroom and noticed some of the students appeared a bit confused. The assignment was not a difficult one, not for me anyway. When the teacher began asking students to share what they had written with the class, it was interesting to find that only a...
The mother immediately apologizes and explains that her daughter gets panicky when she sees new faces. The teacher says that they do not need to apologize and offers to help them find a spot where the girl can listen to the music calmly. In the end, the girl was seated in a corner away from the new faces that scared her, where she could see the piano, but not see the face of the person playing. At the end of the recital, her family is relieved that the event went by without a hitch. Not all people are as understanding as the piano teacher from the story above.
I stood up, as the loud vibrations of the church bells seem to touch my heart. I crossed the long, seemingly endless stream of soft healthy green grass to the black box, which lay just as I had left it in its own solitude. Inside of it lay the violin in which I had devoted a lot of my middle school life to. I had spent many hours practicing on this wooden contraption. Now all of my hard work, all of my hours practicing, would go into making this one piece sound amazing, spectacular, and memorable. This wasn’t something I was doing for myself. This was something I was doing for my family, friends, and most importantly the sweet, cherished soul of my dearly departed grandmother. I wanted there to be one last remarkable token of my love for someone who had made such a large impact on my life. I knew that my grandmother had absolutely loved the fact that I play a violin. She had always said that I held so much talent.
For my fourth concert report of the semester, I have decided to attend the second Applied Music Student Recital of this semester. The concert was held at Palomar College performance room D-10 on March 27, 2015. The concert was only a half hour long. The concert consisted of a total of ten Palomar College students who are going to major in music. Also, Ruth Weber, a Palomar College music professor accompanied a majority of the performers.
Over the summer, I was excited to be joining Symphonic, but I was also somewhat terrified. I would be the only new member of the alto section, and the only non-senior. I would also finally be directly next to Caitlyn Bell, the best saxophone player in the school. She was an amazing musician, and I had looked up to her since middle school. Although I was excited to play with someone so great, I was also worried that I would look horrible next to her. I had often been compared to her and in her shadow, so this was my chance to prove that I was just as good as she was. I also knew that my entire section had been together the previous year, and all were friends outside of band. I knew I would be the odd one out, and was desperate to win their approval.
Playing the Piano "'natural phrasing' and `from the heart' are prized attributes of song, singing that way requires rehearsal, preparation, and getting in touch with whatever it is inside singers and getting in touch with whatever it is inside singers that, by a neural kink or the grace of God, enables them to turn themselves into vessels of musical sound. " On an Alumni Weekend at Milton Academy, I was practicing on a grand piano in the orchestra room. After about two hours of warm-up and practicing, the sun went down and the room became dark. Suddenly, an alumna walked in to confess that she was listening to me for the past thirty minutes. She said how much she liked Chopin's Nocturnes and my playing.
The lights dim, the audience settles into their seats, and you prepare for your performance of your newest composition. There isn’t much in this world that can top the thrill of realizing your original compositions in a performance venue. But, to get there, you need to prepare to ensure that your music doesn’t play to an empty concert hall. Composers that put on their own recitals can increase exposure for their music, but they must also learn to wear several hats during the process. Invitations must be sent, posters must be hung, and refreshments must be provided. If you can survive the ordeal of putting on your own concert, a captive, intent, and engaged audience can listen to and become familiar with your music compositions.
I had a most impressive moment when the Mozart’s piano concerto number 23 resounding, I felt this melody was embedded in my mind and my heart immediately. It was a wonderful example of the heartfelt emotional range of Mozart and the piano. This music has the structure of a sonata. At first, the orchestra was the prelude to the story, which was common in Mozart's concertos. Then, for about 2 minutes, the pianist who also played the role of the writer, gave us the details of the story and described that part