03 December 2003
Saw Fiddlefest at Carnegie Hall tonight. Would have been wonderful, had I not been burdened by the rock needing to be carried up the hill again and again: stress.
Tom Brokaw was there! Unexpected, delightful surprise--he was there to present the awards. I particularly enjoyed the performances of Regina Carter, Yo-Yo Ma, Itzhak Perlman, Pinchas Zukerman, Natalie MacMaster, and Mark O'Connor. I also particularly enjoyed watching Joshua Bell. I couldn't stay for the entire performance, as time was swiftly flying towards my Writing the Essay class for which I had homework due.
During the performance of Itzhak and Pinchas, I caught myself wishing I were watching them on a screen, with fancy cuts and zooms. I've always had the propensity to fall asleep at classical concerts, much as I enjoy the music. I don't quite know why--perhaps it dates back to my very first concert, which I don't even remember, and the feeling of being forced to sit there during something where there were no singing puppets or Mr. Rogers!
Perhaps. Or perhaps it's that I'm the product of a multi-tasking generation that always needs to be doing numerous things at once--listening to music while typing on the computer, say, or reading while walking (well, this one isn't common, but I have been known to do so).
Must do essay.
Tom Brokaw was there! Unexpected, delightful surprise--he was there to present the awards. I particularly enjoyed the performances of Regina Carter, Yo-Yo Ma, Itzhak Perlman, Pinchas Zukerman, Natalie MacMaster, and Mark O'Connor. I also particularly enjoyed watching Joshua Bell. I couldn't stay for the entire performance, as time was swiftly flying towards my Writing the Essay class for which I had homework due.
During the performance of Itzhak and Pinchas, I caught myself wishing I were watching them on a screen, with fancy cuts and zooms. I've always had the propensity to fall asleep at classical concerts, much as I enjoy the music. I don't quite know why--perhaps it dates back to my very first concert, which I don't even remember, and the feeling of being forced to sit there during something where there were no singing puppets or Mr. Rogers!
Perhaps. Or perhaps it's that I'm the product of a multi-tasking generation that always needs to be doing numerous things at once--listening to music while typing on the computer, say, or reading while walking (well, this one isn't common, but I have been known to do so).
Must do essay.