… and then there are weeks. Last week was the latter. I’m experiencing so many emotions following a week with Symphony Silicon Valley.
(Note: yes, this is double posted — it’s also at the pattyo. I just figured it should be both places!)
I was SO excited and thrilled and proud of my friend Debbie for her fantastic bassoon soloing. I could never do what she did (of course I don’t play bassoon, so there’s that!). She played with such refinement and beauty, and truly did a fantastic job. BRAVA, Debbie! What a DELIGHT that was!
There was the joy of Beethoven. How can you beat something like the third symphony, after all?
My friend Pam played the oboe solos beautifully. Another friend, Carolyn, playing principal bassoon in Debbie’s stead for the concert and did great.
There was also a lot of pondering about how long I’ve been doing this, as I worked again with George Cleve. He was my first real conductor. 1975. SO many years ago! He reminded me that the first thing I played with him was An American in Paris. Ah, the memories and the joy of this crazy life of mine.
Of course there’s always the end of the season feelings. The saying goodbye to friends and colleagues.
I feel as if I live such an easy life compared to oh-so-many. I think I’m spoiled rotten, really.
And then, of course, I did go on walks last week. And I did see flowers. There are always flowers!
