sorry, bernstein! (225/365d)

played clarke this morning in the "internal concert" of the viola class ... it was the only thing i've worked on this week, so that was ok.

there was no time for movies or anything else today, there was that concert in the morning, a little rehearsal, a lesson, and then the evening public concert for all the instruments. the viola class all played together, an arrangement of "tonight" by bernstein, which sounded catastrophically terrible. it was like a horrible viola joke - these violinists and cellists play their showiest pieces, including ysaye and paganini and saint saens, and then all the violist come on stage after a huge show of disinfecting 6 music stands, and we play one minute of disorganized pop music, don't know how to bow at the end of it, and that is that. kind of funny too.

how i felt after playing

at the end of the concert it was pouring rain, and we ran into town and found it had stopped raining. we sat outside at a grill house and had drinks. everyone went to a bar except for me and another violist, who comes from a family of seven children all of whom play musical instruments., grew up in rochester, was homeschooled. we talked about strange and wonderful and unknown music and composers. eventually the people who had gone to a bar got done with the bar, and walked past, and saw us still hanging out there and thought our evening had been boring. it hadn't been.