Saturday, February 1, 2014

Recital Is in the Bag!

It's over!

My violin recital is history.It went well. I haven't received my scores yet. I should have received them twenty minutes ago, which means the scores should  be high. My adjudication committe wouldn't violate the time limit on scores if they were giving me low scores, because I could challenge the results because the time limit was not met. The committee was  late getting the scores to me following my piano recital.

It doesn't matter tremendously in the grand scheme of things anyway, because I've already been accepted at the medical school of my choice; that was the majot reason for my tacking on a violin major in the  first place. Now it's really just the principle of the matter.

The very nature of playing violin for a solo recital is quite different than playing piano for the same. A pianist is, obviously, seated at the piano, and not facing the audience. It's really just the pianist and the piano there, and the audience is somewhat eavesdropping on the performance. A violinist, on the other hand, stands and is positioned directly facing the audience.  It doesn't need to be quite like a Jimmy Buffett concert where the performer is having a continual conversation with the audience throughout the performance, but some degree of eye contact should take place, and it's much more interactive than is a piano recital.

Scott and I opted not to go in  chronological order because i wanted to open with a more solid piece than the Telemann Sonata for Flute and Violin, which would have been first had I gone in chronological order. I instead opened with Bach's Sonata number Three in E major for violin and piano. The piano accompaniment is very solid in that one, and it was a great opener.

I went next to the Telemann (my flutist, Erin, was awesome), followed by the Copland Sonata for Violin and Piano. Both went as well as they've ever gone.  It was almost as though I could have played nothing correctly even had I tried. Though I'm not terribly superstitious by nature, I very lightly knocked with my fist on the wooden surface of my violin, trying not to be obvious as I did so.  If anyone noticed, no one said anything to me about it.

I then went into the Paganini Cantabile for Guitar and Violin, which, though  I don't like saying it about my own performance, was exquisite. My dad is a sickeningly talented guitarist.

I finished the regular program with what I consider my strongest piece, which was Mozart's  Sonata # 33 in E-Flat Major for Violin and Piano. I've never played it better.

My encore was the unaccompanied Preludio to Bach's Partita for violin. It's an impressive work if played decently, and I did it well.

I went for a second encore because a) my program was cutting it a bit close on the short side because I played many of the works up tempo, and b) Scott said that when an Irish girl plays violin, people want to hear at least one thing that is Irish. I played a quick jig, "King of the Faeries."  It's a fun piece. I hope the audience enjoiyed hearing it half as much as I enjoyed playing it. I've included someone else's video of the piece..

It was nice to have other instrumentalists because they kept the tempos steady when my nervousness might have caused me to rush. Such was the case with my flutist and guitarist, but especially with my piano acompanist. Scott is known for not following soloists and expecting them to follow him, and he's usually instinctively right when it comes to tempo. He's steady, and his heart doesn't beat faster because of nerves.  It's funny, though; he has a way of making it seem to others as though he is following even when he's dictating the tempo. He's an amazing accompanist. He made the soloist sound better than she is.

I allowed myself to rush in playing the jig, because with a jig, a fast pace is a good thing as long as it's controlled speed and the soloist and accompanist are together.  It's one of the things that makes jigs in general and this piece in particular especially fun.

I'm stuffing my face with pizza because I have an appetite now that the recital is over.

Postscript: My score was 99.0, which I've been told is the highest violin score in at least three years. I'm not really that good, but I played well tonight.

Post-postscript: My brother was accepted into my medical school. He found out today. No one told me before because they didn't want to distract me. I wondered why he was in such a great mood. I'm extremely happy for him, and I'm happy for  me as well to attend medical school with my brother. We won't have letter grades or class standing for the first two years, so there's no reason to be competitive for the first two years.  We can help each other.

Bryson, age four,  was the youngest person to attend my recital. He wore his tuxedo from a wedding he was in  seven months ago, though he didn't have the jacket on during the picture. He wants to marry me  next year after he finishes kindergarten. 


  1. Congratulations! Glad it went so well! Bryson is very cute!

  2. Bryson is a cutie pie! I'm glad that everything went great and that you're one step closer to graduation and medical school.

  3. Bryson wouldn't smile for the picture because he said it was a serious occasion. His mother had told him that because she wanted him to know that if he chose to come, it wouldn't be somewehre that he could run around and play and be silly.

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