I’m pretty happy with her new outfit; I wanted to get that dark academia/queercoded villain atmosphere. Cyrene and a few others are here too, I should really focus on them more.

I’m pretty happy with her new outfit; I wanted to get that dark academia/queercoded villain atmosphere. Cyrene and a few others are here too, I should really focus on them more.

I finally found a place to stay
Standing in the mirror
My hands clutching my instrument
I am not watching for form
I am noticing
The curve of my hips
In these jeans
How my middle puckers out
Just a little
So many people
Can be here for me
But no one
Will take the time to see me
I had my senior recital last night. It was kind of a big deal to play for my family and friends after such a long time of not having public performances. As my degree recital it was my culmination of studies as a pianist in this program. It was about a 90 minute program since my Bach Partita is around 27 mins and the Schubert Fantasy is about 25 mins while the last piece, Davidsbundlertanze is about 32 mins.
Since I was playing a large program with pieces that had a lot of background story, I spoke a little bit before each piece to give it some context and connect with my audience a bit more. I recognized almost everyone in the audience and I was so grateful to see everyone there. I will post my recital sometime on here once I get my recordings.
Here is my little blurb before my 2nd and 3rd piece:
Wanderer Fantasy
This next piece I’m about to play is one of the most virtuosic pieces that Schubert ever wrote, It’s so hard to play that Schubert himself couldn’t play it! The name, wanderer fantasy originates from a song he wrote, Der Wanderer, which he quotes in the slow movement. The verse this music is from is
““The sun seems so cold to me here, /
The flowers have faded, the life old, /
And what they say has an empty sound; /
I am a stranger everywhere.”
The music he quotes here actually inspires the whole piece as all the ideas stem from this music which unfolds outwards into this grand fantasy. The Wanderer Fantasy is a 4 movement work that is played continuously, it starts with a quasi-sonata allegro movement and melds in an adagio set of variations which turns into a fun scherzo that sets up for a thunderous fugal finale.
Thank you all for coming, I would just like to say thank you to my teacher, professor greene. And a big thank you to my parents who have supported me with love for many many years.
Davidsbundertanze
So this last piece is this big German word , dances of the league of David. The league of David is a musical society that consists of real and imagined characters, such as his wife, Clara Schumann and his two personalities, Florestan and Eusebius. Each of these 18 character pieces is a musical dialogue between Florestan and Eusebius, Florestan representing the side of Schumann that is extroverted and impetous, and Eusebius which represents Schumann as the introverted poet. He quotes Clara’s music at very beginning as she is the main source of inspiration for this piece. The music burns of love for Clara and narrates the struggle of the trying to marry her.
I leave you with the epigraph he wrote before the piece.
In each and every age
joy and sorrow are mingled:
Remain pious in joy,
and be ready for sorrow with courage.





Creator’s Note: Coding is often used as a way for us to communicate with computers, to create a list of instructions for the computer to follow under certain conditions. And while we aren’t robots spray-painted chromium with a network of wires supporting our entire being, the push towards integrating artificial intelligence into all aspects of our lives indicates a desire towards harmony between the between human beings and machine. In all of our actions, there lies a system of logic that causes us to intake and act upon stimuli given prior knowledge, and through this week’s article, we explore this system through outlining the decision making process for interacting with a stranger. I hope you enjoy this foray into coding!
A lingering anticipation
Tenses your muscles
The very fibers of your being
Alert
Waiting
Your throat constricts
A thump in your chest moves you
Something screams inside your skull
For the thunderous booms
That will invade your ears
Lingering
Pleading
Everything is still.
The drums erupt.
Pummeling the shingles
The wind howls in grief
At the loss of it all
Everything is washed away
A barren, hard wasteland
A rain of tears mourns for you
What once was hard, softens
Tremors pulse
In the aftermath
After a short while
And a long eternity
It ceases.
The anticipation begins once more.
