We came so close. But thanks to several assertive sentences we stuck to our plan and played our bit of Dvorak tonight. I am rather proud to have defended ourselves from playing something so alien to us.
“We prepared this for today! . . . We even cut a section out! . . . I think the Dvorak is just as beautiful! . . .”
The concert was running horrendously late so they asked us if we could cut down our piece (that was so damn long in the first place) or play Pachelbel’s Canon instead.
It was the wedding anniversary of the president of the United Nations, and Pachelbel’s Canon was played at his wedding; apparently he walked past after we played and had sour look on his face. Fug said that they might have promised the president that the piece would be played. Well all I can say is, we gave up our weekend to do this concert (unpaid may I add) and you want to shove a piece of music in our faces on the day of the concert?
(Pachelbel’s Canon is not nice to play at all.)
Oh well we mutually agreed that no matter what happened we’d play our Dvorak. And we did a lovely unnoticeable cut (spotted by me). We enjoyed performing and I saw a few smiles on some of the audience. There was a photographer right below the stage so I’m expecting some images of my nostrils will emerge in the next few days.
Tonight, Fug, Kaff, Kezz and I had a number of interesting experiences. We saw a jazz trio play a rendition of Teddy Bears’ picnic under the influence of red wine; we met an amazing Hungarian folk duo where one of them started dancing violently in the middle of a tune; an old man asked me if I believed in God because I said “Oh my God” – I answered “No” – and he said that I should believe in him if I say that.
The jazz guys were so friendly and even joked that they could bring us onto the stage to play Teddy Bears’ Picnic with them. I wish we did go on… The pianist – who was holding a cup of wine at that moment – taught us the tune backstage and we played it with the bass. The group performed wearing cut out bear masks stuck to their sun glasses.
The Hungarian folk guys – one of them is called Jani Lang – were so sweet. Jani played the violin and the other guy played viola with 3 strings, a flat bridge and he was using a homemade bow!! The bridge enables him to play all strings at once: chords and accompaniment. He let me try out the bow and this is how it looks:
Awful iPhone quality. The viola dude started jumping and stamping and clapping and slapping: dancing! I got such a fright because it was so loud but it was so so so amazing.
I have more photos but I can’t find my camera. I’m glad to have played in the Usher Hall and now I’m glad be home.
I hope we made the tree of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle speak through these instruments. (Um… Not my words)