Tonight is the premier (and most likely, last) performance of my sonata for violin and piano called "eightball in the side pocket" or was called, anyway.
Now I'm thinking of calling it "Domestic dilemma".
The violin portrays a sullen girl sulking in a romance induced funk while a parent, daddy for this performance, but written for Mom (or MmoooOOOoooM!! as she is wont to pronounce it), attempts to console, tease, or reason her out of it but ultimately fails and the girl is left to float away into her romantic reverie.
Sorry I don't have a picture of a piano, you'll just have to use your imagination.
Hint, it's a big black box with teeth.
The solos, both the piano and the violin, sounded great to me at rehearsal, but the duet parts might need work.
It's hard to write conflict so that it works both as confusion and
Hard for me, anyhow.
I have no trouble with confusion.
the natural state of life, the universe, and everything.
We'll see tonight.
Hear, actually, we'll hear tonight.
Hear is what you do to music whenever you're unable to avoid it.
Or, at least, that's a reasonable survival technique.
It is really annoying for this site to constantly be telling me that it can't save my post because an HTML code is wrong because I haven't finished writing it yet.
Is it really necessary to automatically save every 20 seconds?
Am I really supposed to think of this random nattering is so friggin' important that I can't afford to lose a single mindless word?
Especially since the world would probably be better off if I would just shut up in the first place.
And, in the second place, I will do that very thing NOW!