
We give up
This is a definite first for me. During the piano departmental class today, where our classical piano student colleagues play for the whole classical piano department, I heard satan play. He won a scholarship to UNT for his playing, have you heard of him? lol. Actually, it was a Russian guy, and it was amazing. It sounded like he not only composed the piece, but that his purpose was to convey the emotion in the piece, not worrying about the notes he is “supposed” to play (which I think directly or indirectly melted the inner critic inside of me). He played: 12 lieder von schubert no.2 – auf dem wasser zu singen d. 774 no. 9 – standchen, schwanengesang d. 957 no. 2 and 9 of the 12 songs Listz composed for shubert. As a performer, a finely tuned performer, Satan, as I refer to him, made clear the intentions of the composer. I heard a composer who himself heard the echoes of the past life of another. It was clear, and complimented my thoughts on death and life. Eh, not complimented but rather.. chiseled a grove in the rock so my tears could fill it.. and they did.. I was like balling in class, seriously. this is hard to accomplish, especially with your colleagues, who you are constantly comparing and contrasting yourself to, all the while fighting your jealous emotions if you pale in comparison, and fighting your prideful tendancies if you are stronger than the other. Yesterday, he played so effortlessly and with so much conviction, that this cynic inside of me quickly subsided any tendencies to label this one as a “good performer” or a “bad performer”.. or this music as “good music” or “bad music”, i heard that voice just subside.. it was the sound of trust. of letting go. of repentance. of being “undone”.. this sound can be laughter and sobbing, it can be any sound that comes from a jump from a high place.. not necesarrily a belief that once you hit the ground you will be okay, but that in mid air, you have arrived already. Its a good sound.. its music!