Unicorn II

Tonight, at the concert, before the Elegie movement of the Tchaikovsky, Mr. Perlman mouthed the word "unicorn" to the orchestra. Then he smiled at me.

Unicorns

Today, I talked to Itzhak Perlman about unicorns.

We were rehearsing the third movement of the Tchaik Serenade, and he was looking for some character words for us to evoke as we were playing. No one was really saying anything, and he wasn't happy with the adjectives being said. I kept saying "ephemeral" under my breath, and when urged by a section member to speak up I said it loud and clear. "Ephemeral". This got Mr. Perlman's attention. "Ok, ephemeral," he said, with a smile on his face. "But what time of day? What is the setting?" he asked. "Early morning," I replied. He seemed pleased with this. "Yes, I think that is the perfect time of day to describe this," he said. He urged the orchestra to come up with an action, and again there were some murmurs of things but no one really spoke up. "Unicorns!" I said, to the surprise of the orchestra and Mr. Perlman. "Unicorns?" he asked quizzically. "Yes. We are in a shrouded glade in a misty forest. We come around from behind a large tree, and there we see a unicorn - a mythical being we never thought existed." My whole body was shaking at this point, but I still spoke loudly and clearly from the back of the section. "Alright then, unicorns it is," he said and raised his baton. I didn't want to look around me for fear of the mixed looks of admiration and disbelief from my colleagues. We began the Elegie, and it sounded beautiful, ephemeral, and in search of something greater than ourselves.

Although I know that the mention of unicorns might have been a ludicrous image, I think that it made people think outside of mere the shape of the phrase, the intonation of the notes, and the rhythm of the notes. Sometimes stretches of the imagination open up new worlds of sound and feeling.

About 15 bars into the movement, Mr. Perlman said "I think we found the unicorn".




After the rehearsal, of course everyone could not walk by me without mentioning it. Some people just thought it was funny, but others thought the orchestra actually sounded better and more committed to the opening, which is very evocative. I'm not crediting myself with changing the orchestra's sound or musicality by any means. More than anything I am happy that I had the courage to speak up with an image that meant something to me, and I hope it at least resonated with some people.

Argentinian skirt steak for the soul....

I went to dinner tonight with a good friend of mine this evening. We have been at Aspen together for the past two summers, and this past summer we played in the Sybarite Chamber Players together. We talked a lot about the social scene of the orchestra, and how we both just want to be friends with everyone instead of being categorized into a certain group of people. We also talked about long-distance relationships and the usefulness of Valentine's Day. The place we went to is about two blocks away. It is called Liberty Cafe, and serves Argentinian cuisine. The skirt steak there is to die for; it is a place I always have to go to whenever I have visited Miami in the past. it was nice to have one-on-one time with PT; I can always count on him to make me laugh and to dissect the wierdness of string playing culture and to give me some insight on the inner workings (or lack thereof) of the male mind.

I think I am going to go to bed soon. I watched a couple of episodes of MTV True Life on my computer. One of them was about people who are happy being overweight and the other was about people striving to get the perfect physique. What an interesting juxtaposition! I am hovering between being satisfied with how I look and wanting to go work out...at least no one here in Miami Beach has congratulated me on a wrongfully assumed pregnancy just yet. I think I would be happy if I just had a toned midsection. Nothing else is too jiggly or big - just my darn stomach! Maybe I will do 1,000 crunches a day like Britney Spears.

I want people to think I am beautiful, but I have to love myself first...and have a flat stomach.

First rehearsal...

Today was the first rehearsal of my short tenure with New World Symphony. Itzhak Perlman is conducting and soloing with the orchestra this week. We are performing two Mozart Concertos, Tchaikovsky Serenade for Strings, and Dvorak New World Symphony. I am playing on the Tchaik and the Dvorak.

One of my friends in the viola section here has a birthday tomorrow. If an NWS fellow's birthday falls on a rehearsal day, then they can perform a "birthday cadenza" at the beginning of rehearsal. In about 30 minutes I am going to rehearse a version of Hava Negila arranged for 10 violas! This will be my friend's birthday cadenza. It is fitting, since she is from Israel and Mr. Perlman is Jewish as well. I hope he likes it!

Everyone in the section seemed really happy I was there, which was nice. The male members of the section are extremely goofy! A plastic piece of dog poo was being passed around, and there was a general sense of comraderie that was really special.

We rehearsed the Tchaik on the first rehearsal, from 10-12:30. It was supposed to be a reduced string section, but Mr. Perlman decided to let everyone play! I was so happy because I love the work. I then went with a couple of friends to get some Pad Thai for lunch, and then we had another rehearsal from 2-4:30. Phew! I haven't played that much in awhile...I'm so stoked about getting my chops back.

In Miami Beach...

At the urging of a dear friend, I have begun a blog so that my friends, family, students, and loved ones can access my daily thoughts and goings-on at any time.

...as long as I post something, that is!