This post was originally posted on URAWarrior.
There are times when lazy is lovely. If able to take a time out, give yourself permission to do so. When you live in a 700 foot square New York City apartment, and your environment is minimal, there can be no huge pile up of magazines and papers as a forever thing. Everything in its place is key. Physical chaos can cause emotional chaos. Waking up one morning, and making the decision to hang in…A day at home is sorely needed. Staying in your sleep sweats….finishing chores, tackling the huge pile to read and then, destination garbage is a good plan. A day to create a mellow and calm exterior and interior for yourself. Peace of mind without guilt, essential
In reality, it is 75 degrees, no humidity, not a cloud in the lovely blue sky. A perfectly beautiful day. How can you stay in? Well, you produce your own tranquility by creating a make-believe blizzard. Darken the room with shades or curtains down. Cozy in by thinking snow storm,. Listen to the hail and wind beating against your windows, and thank your lucky stars you aren’t going to slip on that horrid ice.
If, at the end of the day, you feel less stressed, more relaxed with a surge of productivity, you can smile, perhaps, with a glass of wine and actually say, “I deserved this day.” and you are guaranteed 100% a tomorrow with absolutely no ice and snow.
Vladimir Jurowski, Principal Conductor and Jean-Efflam Bavouzet, Piano.
There are those moments when music and art can overwhelm your emotions. Almost a sensory overload. I have always said how grateful I am to be living in New York City, where I moved ten years ago after my husbands sudden death. Having such a wealth of cultural activities to do has been one of my passions. To quote a line about the Rachmaninoff piece….”This is a memorable melody with a strong, simple harmonic outline, designed by Paganini himself as a theme for variations.Using this theme, Rachmaninoff creates a series of 23 of his own variations–an unusual application of the title “Rhapsody.” though this is perhaps justified by the freedom with which the theme is treated, especially in the latter stages of the piece.” The conductor was born in Moscow in 1972. His passion for the music was brilliant and the audience gave him a standing ovation and continued to applaud until he did an encore. The pianist was equally magnificent in his passionate playing. The orchestra is recognized as one of the finest orchestras on the international stage. Quite a combination of talent and needless to say it was an exhilarating experience.
This piece is has always been one of my favorites. It was yours as well and we experienced so many times together. I know you weren’t with me in person, but your energy was and we did exalt together , but apart.
Living in New York City allows me the joy and opportunity to experience and exalt in wonderful Carnegie Hall. Most recently Rachmaninoff, Symphonic Dances and Stravinsky, The Firebird. I certainly don’t pretend to be a music critic, and my enjoyment is far more emotional than intellectual. I don’t know every nuance of the pieces, but according to the New York Times, I knew I was in for a treat. Just to be at Carnegie Hall is both a splendor and magical experience. The sound perfection wherever you are seated. For music lovers, I quote….”Rachmaninoff’s Symphonic dances is his last major work, a dazzling three movement orchestral showpiece bursting with color and intense lyricism that weaves threads of Russian Orthodox chant with the harrowing Dies Irae, resulting in a vibrant finale. Stravinsky’s The Firebird, the first of the great ballets he wrote for Sergei Diaghilev is cinematic in its vivid depiction of monsters and infernal dances and concludes with one of the most thrilling endings in all of music.” ….and then the brilliant conductor Sir Simon Rattle. When he took the orchestra’s helm in 2002 he initiated the Education Program to ensure that the Berliner Philharmoniker reached a wider, younger audience. A special passion is to bring the work and music to young people from different social and cultural backgrounds.
Once upon a time, my memories of Carnegie Hall began with my husband. In ten years since he has died, every time I go, he is with me. His energy envelopes the Hall and gives me the feeling of listening to the music with rapture and sadness. We held hands when the music touched us at the same time. The emotions evoked by the majestic sounds of the music are a gentle melding of memories and missing…. But so forever grateful to be in this place, in this city, with a dear childhood friend, and rejoicing in the moment. Sheer joy!!!!