Last week, I had the pleasure of attending my daughters' band concert. As always, I'm a little bit amazed at how well their high school band performs - how good they sound, and how challanging the music they play is.
This year, Kitty is First chair clarinet -- which means that I get to really see her! (First chair players are right there on the front edge of the band. One of the pieces they played included lots of really quick notes in the clarinet section - watching her fingers flying was kind of amazing. (BookWorm, alas, is a tiny thing, who sits in the center of the back row. Only by careful and luckyseating can I ever see her on stage).
Having enjoyed Tuesday's performance, I then had the honor of driving Kitty to a small town 45 minutes away for the IMEA Solo & Ensemble contest, where she played something wholly unrelated to the band concert music. Her solo was beautiful and challenging -- starting slow and gentle and lyical, then speeding up, until at one point the sixteenth notes were just flying, and then slowing back down again, all the while maintaining tone, and using sometimes subtle and sometimes overt dynamics (getting louder and softer for those of you not enmeshed in musical performance). Her performance was really good. The judge thought so too, awarding her what turned out to be one of his few I's of the day. (We've since learned that he handed out a lot of II's).
This performance was particularly amazing to me, since there was a bit of a mess about getting there. I had planned on rousting us at 7:10 or so, and leaving by 7:30 at the latest, sneaking a quick detour to buy her "real" (or as I call it "foofy") coffee, and arriving no later than 8:30 for her 8:50 performance. This would have given her an easy 20 minutes to warm up and prepare herself.
My alarm clock declined to participate in that program. I woke at 7:57. We flew out of the house at about 8:10. I bent the speed limit laws into unrecognizable pretzles, careening down back country roads at speeds that were likely unwise, and thanked the universe that there was no traffic on them. We arrived at 8:45. She had time to find her room, and breathe for about 2 minutes outside the door before she had to go it. She had time to warm up with one scale while the judge finished writing notes about the previous performer ... and then she was on.
Monday, we were gifted with tickets to see Gaelic Storm. They performed last night. Very different music again... but so much fun. (And listening to Patrick Murphy 's yummy Irish accent as he introduced the songs did not detract from my evening <grin>).
I'm rather fond of this song -- which they sang last night.
And Thursday -- I'll be going for more music.
Pardon me while I wallow in my own good fortune.