slow sunday morning vii
Good morning, except it isn't morning at all since it's 12:30pm. I had a wonderful sleep in after spending last night at an arts/music festival until, well, early this morning. It took me a lot of motivation to crawl out of bed to make my coffee, but the image of my cozy bed fit with some french press was too good to resist. This post is my last beacon of calm before I dive right into last minute cram studying for my first exam of 3 tomorrow. I'm almost free...
All of my exams were given to me in the second half of the exam period, meaning I just had a week of no classes, no nothing to guide me. While I did mildly attempt to study throughout the week, most of it was spent learning Liebesleid by Rachmaninoff. Almost every night last week, I was stationed at the architecture piano like they were testing me on that piece instead of HVAC equations.
This piece, out of all of the more famously challenging pieces I've tortured myself with thus far (I have still yet to come close to perfecting Ballade No. 1 after almost a year), has been especially brutal. Maybe it's just a result of my subpar sight-reading skills, but this piece is just endless runs and crunchy passages and beautiful mess. There's an addicting factor to playing segments of a piece over and over to no avail, until you have that one run that just clicks. Satisfaction, or convoluted waste of time?
Now that winter has fully settled in over the Canadian landscape, I'm already dreaming of summer again. Winter daylight lasting for approximately 6 hours out of the day really kills the soul, you know? Winter is gorgeous here of course, but nothing beats the sun.
Alas, not much else to say this week. It seems that I've accidentally fallen into a rhythm with these posts. It's nice to have one designated time per week that I am sure to write. Often, I post my little Sunday post, browse a few others, and that's enough motivation to start my day.
Anyway, enough out of me. Exams, pain, suffering, and then I go home!