On Thursday, March 8, my piano students performed their spring recital in the beautiful performance hall of Graves Piano and Organ.
And on Friday, March 9, I was basking in that familiar mix of relief and gemütlichkeit that permeates what is for me the best day of the year: the day after a piano recital.
There's nothing like that day after a recital: several days' worth of pre-performance anxiety has finally dissipated, the nerves have gone back into their cerebral cages, and I float on the bearable lightness of being on the other side the event.
Invariably, on the day after a recital several times during the day I'll feel a twinge of unease, a squeeze of angst, a flutter of nervousness, then I'll remember, No, wait, it's over, and that's the very best feeling.
And yet, in truth, I generally start feeling better already on the night of the recital, as I did this recital night after I'd arrived at the hall and had a chance to run through my pieces,
There's nothing like that day after a recital: several days' worth of pre-performance anxiety has finally dissipated, the nerves have gone back into their cerebral cages, and I float on the bearable lightness of being on the other side the event.
Invariably, on the day after a recital several times during the day I'll feel a twinge of unease, a squeeze of angst, a flutter of nervousness, then I'll remember, No, wait, it's over, and that's the very best feeling.
And yet, in truth, I generally start feeling better already on the night of the recital, as I did this recital night after I'd arrived at the hall and had a chance to run through my pieces,
| ...and when my good friend and program-printer Marianne arrived with the programs, seat tags, |
| ...and her husband Nick, my wonderful videographer, here with Tom, who is likewise always a source of help and moral support. |
And when the hall was set up and recital ready and my students began arriving and warming up for their performances in the practice room,
| ...the younger ones looking so cute and excited, |
...then my jitters, as always, started morphing into hopeful excitement as well.
And, as always, once my students began playing, I felt a mix of pride and gratitude,
And, as always, once my students began playing, I felt a mix of pride and gratitude,
| ...and it was well with my soul. |
After the recital my crew and I headed over to our usual après-recital celebratory spot, the Hunan House, a Chinese restaurant down the street from the recital hall on E. Dublin-Granville Road,
...with the most charming interior,
...and the yummiest food.
Or maybe it's just that food always tastes so much better after the recital.
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