you brought it on yourself miss twiddle

So, tonight was the Benefit Concert. I got to play Death and the Maiden with Yun-Ting, Brian (whose name is apparently really Chun-Chih and not Brian) and Adele. It was wonderful, as always. You can't beat Schubert for gorgeous chamber music. Except with Brahms, perhaps. Yun-Ting played the Prokofiev violin concerto, which was very cool, and June did an excellent last movement of Symphone Espangnol. Zach was there, too: he played in the Mendelssohn quartet and played an arrangement of the Vitali Chacone, which I missed, as I was warming up (we were last on the program).

Kate and Vanessa came up to me afterwords, and told me that my tone was really good, and was better than Zach's! They were being nice, I'm sure, and I guess getting my soundpost adjusted really did make a difference, but… I feel like gloating a little bit, now. This should motivate me to practice more, shouldn't it?

But it's terrible, about Zach. He's supposed to go on his Mormon Mission next year, and he doesn't think that he'll be allowed to take his cello with him. That's crazy! Here he is at a conservatory, and he's going to be forced to take a year off from music? You can't do that. I just don't understand religion. How can it make people do that kind of thing?

And now, because I promised myself that I'd finish my corset tonight, and it's already quarter to twelve and I've got a million yards of homemade bias tape (which works much better, I've discovered, if you actually cut it on the bias) to sew on, good night.

But first, stolen from kaskait, ( meme )