I was playing around on IMSLP and whoops, I’ve arranged the Funeral Music for Queen Mary by Henry Purcell for 5 guitars (octave guitar, 3 prime guitars, contrabass guitar).
I was asked to play for one of the other UTD guitar ensembles this evening. They were playing a simple trio arrangement of La Folia, so with basically zero warning they asked that I play with them and play a cadenza in the middle. No rehearsal.
So, I improvised an extended cadenza. \m/
It was kvlt as fvck. It’s a good thing I obsessed over all those sweep arpeggio patterns so much back in the day. It impressed the holy shit out of those professors tonight haha. I only regret that I forgot to hit record before the concert.
Better bundle up and put on your Shosta-coat-vitch.
You missed one Katherine
is this a challenge, ShostakoBITCH?
ERROR ERROR, Shostako-glitch
no worries; simply flick the Shostako-switch.
3. My favorite piece to play changes pretty regularly, but at the moment I am particularly in love with the John Duarte Musikones Op. 107, specifically the last movement, Terpsichore III (Kalamatianos). It’s really different and exciting, I think!
8. This is a tough one. My least favorite composer is probably going to have to be Villa-Lobos, actually. I can completely respect the craftsmanship, I just very very rarely connect with his pieces on a personal level.
19: To borrow a line from Pink Floyd:
”When I was a child,
I caught a fleeting glimpse
out of the corner of my eye”
My encouragement to continue making music when I encounter hardships comes from my incredibly intense and emotional musical experiences as a child. I had the fortune to hear a lot of truly great music performed before I could read. I would hear a piece so beautiful and evocative that I would cry so hard my nose bled (true story). Instinctively, I knew that something about these moments was very, very special. Maybe even magic, or sacred. As I have aged, these reactions to transcendent performances have stayed with me. When I have a bad practice day, I just try to listen to a piece that gives me goosebumps and makes my eyes well up. When matched against this feeling, whatever I’m struggling with seems inconsequential.
A moment of silence for all the saxophonists who will be getting Kenny G cds under the tree this year and every year
what if they made up christmas to sell Kenny G cds
I may have lost my job today. I told my boss that I can’t afford to risk driving an hour to work and an hour home on days when the schools are closed. He told me I needed to “decide if I wanted this job” because he “needs someone who can be there”.
That really offended me. For every hour I work in lessons with a student, I work on lesson planning for that student for about 1.5 hours at home. For over 9 months now, I am always on time and well prepared. I am at work by 9 am on Saturdays, for two, half-hour lessons (which, monetarily, isn’t worth the gas I spend on the drive). I put up with their insane scheduling system and make it work. I am paid approximately half what I am worth. I am a good teacher and an asset to any student.
But I’ve been in two near-fatal car accidents on icy roads in the last couple years. I never intend to have another. I made it clear when I signed my contract that my own policy on inclement weather is pretty simple: If the school district I live in has closed for the day and the school district I teach in is closed for the day, I am not going to come in.
Texas does not have the safety procedures in place that places like Chicago, New York, Denver, St. Louis, or Lansing have. We have no snowplows. Texans seem to think that SAND melts ice. Texans believe that they can drive just as dangerously as usual because their truck has 4 wheel drive. Both of the accidents I have been in on ice have been directly caused by other drivers here in Texas.