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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Lady Lurksalot who wrote (65643)	10/26/2004 11:57:58 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

The downside can't be THAT down....c'mon, give. I am home from the concert, absolutely exuding adrenaline. Dan left me and went to bed after pouring me several glasses of wine, dissecting every piece with me, and finally giving up. This was a BIG concert. Two hours. Four separate choirs and permutations of the four. I NAILED the Mozart- just NAILED it. Finale was that damn boogie piece- John the Revelator. Or as it has been called at our house for the past several weeks- John the Masturbator- (what self-indulgent crap is this guy writing for the piano) John the Terminator-- (I can NOT learn this piece) John the Respirator- (I will need one by the end of this piece) I was ready tonight though-- after a two hour concert, you are just kinda worn down. The nerves are gone, and having done pretty well through the first 15 pieces, I thought, hey, I can do this...this will be FUN! So it starts and I am being very dramatic, rolling myself around the piano bench to indicate how really HARD this sucker is, but look at me go! What an accompanist! and I hear Amy the director hiss- Measure 112!! Damn. What measure was I playing? Where is measure 112? Who knows? I randomly choose a measure, and soon hear another hiss-- top of page 15!!!!! I am on page 13. This is alarming. If you have never accompanied, you can't appreciate the terror that infuses every cell when you realize you aren't even on the same page as the choir. My pageturner is staring at the ceiling having given up long ago, so I turn a page and look at it, willing it to make sense. I manage to come in for the final page. Dramatically, loudly, as if they choir was SUPPOSED to be a capella for those last three pages and I am just gracing them with some accompaniment for the hell of it. I got tremendous applause-- mostly from the choir itself, who were just impressed that I ended when they did. I sit here with my third glass of wine wondering why do I do this?? Thinking John the Mutilator won. But there was a note on my car from the Director of Fine Arts for the district--"Maestro-- you are wonderful and underpaid." So maybe it wasn't THAT bad... John is only a Temporary Crippler for all his overweening aspirations...