i'm moving to finland! i'll start work on april 1. there's so much to plan and think about, and i'm a bit overwhelmed at the moment... but very excited.
and i guess i should stop complaining about the cold now.
it's official!
i'm moving to finland! i'll start work on april 1. there's so much to plan and think about, and i'm a bit overwhelmed at the moment... but very excited.
and i guess i should stop complaining about the cold now.
i love (+new yorkers who love) liszt
last night jean-yves thibaudet opened the franz liszt bicentenary concert series at carnegie hall. the program began with the consolations, followed by les jeux d'eaux... some of my favourite pieces.
as i sat down in my balcony seat, getting ready for some moody 19th-century romanticism, i heard from one row behind me a true newyawk (ok, i don't know exactly which) accent: "so let's see here, the program says he's gonna start with the consolations, which is, frankly, a warm up piece, and that makes sense because after that he's playing jeux d'eaux which is one helluva knuckle-buster... " he made me chuckle, reminding me of the scene in annie hall, being stuck in a theatre line next to a man holding forth on fellini and samuel beckett.
but rather than annoy me, this enthusiastic, pre-concert commentary made me quite happy. i love the way many new yorkers are ready to share their thoughts on just about everything, and that they have no shame or inhibition.
as the last applause was winding down, i heard this gentleman tell his companion: "just amazing! he's got so much refined technique but he's also got this wild verve... a genius, i tell you! that last encore alone was worth the price of this ticket!" i almost turned around to tell him "yes, yes, i agree!!" you don't find people like that anywhere else, really.
oh no, i'm getting a bit sentimental about new york! it's because i've been thinking about moving. to somewhere quite far! i'm dying to tell you everything. soon, i promise...
as i sat down in my balcony seat, getting ready for some moody 19th-century romanticism, i heard from one row behind me a true newyawk (ok, i don't know exactly which) accent: "so let's see here, the program says he's gonna start with the consolations, which is, frankly, a warm up piece, and that makes sense because after that he's playing jeux d'eaux which is one helluva knuckle-buster... " he made me chuckle, reminding me of the scene in annie hall, being stuck in a theatre line next to a man holding forth on fellini and samuel beckett.
but rather than annoy me, this enthusiastic, pre-concert commentary made me quite happy. i love the way many new yorkers are ready to share their thoughts on just about everything, and that they have no shame or inhibition.
as the last applause was winding down, i heard this gentleman tell his companion: "just amazing! he's got so much refined technique but he's also got this wild verve... a genius, i tell you! that last encore alone was worth the price of this ticket!" i almost turned around to tell him "yes, yes, i agree!!" you don't find people like that anywhere else, really.
oh no, i'm getting a bit sentimental about new york! it's because i've been thinking about moving. to somewhere quite far! i'm dying to tell you everything. soon, i promise...
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