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Me and Music

I watched the episode just now Che tempo che fa dedicated to Bocelli. Why not go crazy for his music (I appreciate but do not follow him, although I admit that I'm now writing on the notes to go with you, what about ... impazzisco per le note del corno che contrappunta gli archi, corno che è il mio amore strumentistico di sempre anche se ho studiato altro).
Ero incuriosito dal duetto con la Litizzetto, che adoro.
Diciamocelo Elli, sei nel periodo della tua vita in cui forse ti stai pentendo di non aver finito il conservatorio.
Ma pentirsi di questo non serve a nulla, lo capisco benissimo.
Magari, in futuro, avrò voglia di riprendere a studiare clarinetto sul serio e chissà, magari prenderò anche il diploma.
In realtà diciamocela tutta un'altra volta Elli.
La voglia di ripartire a studiare è tanta. Riprenderei domani subito.
Questa sera arrivato a casa ho rimontato il mio RC e ho lasciato enter my breath, and slide your fingers over the wooden fingers that the instrument now. But shit. I always sound. Slightly dark and mellow, but not heavy. As I studied God above. And then her fingers, gradually melted and flowed quite fluid arpeggios on the final Weber Grand Duo. The problem is staccato but what always has been, even when I studied 6-7 hours a day for the diplomino ...
A flood of memories overwhelmed me. The concert at the Teatro
Bibiena of Mantua, a great architectural jewel, the GranPartita of Mozart in which I played the basset horn (hallucinating public and critical success for my conservatory Como), the solo concert for the wise year-end, with Gagnebin, Andante et Allegro , accompanied by the legendary Claudia Bracco, executed to perfection, so much so that even the exams I was able to run well, the exams in fact, when I had a sound to be afraid and in which cabbage , has paid me a 10/10 final years of sacrifices.
will resume tomorrow. Fifteen days to dissolve and fingers off, and then a year to prepare studies of virtuosity, transport, sight-reading, the part of ensemble music, the concert program with at least Finzi, concerto for clarinet and orchestra, or Hindemith Concerto for cl and orch, or Copland concert for clarinet and orchestra, and then Jean Francaix, Theme and Variations, or Castelnuovo-German, the wonderful Sonata and very rare, and so on ...

shame that tomorrow I have the office, dinner and the usual rigmarole of the yard ....
remains a dream. The drawer of the bedside table, always near them, when you sleep.
It 's a bit like that photography course I would like to devote myself seriously. Although, finishing his musical studies is another matter entirely. It would be like solving an open account with my life.
then I miss things as a corollary, walking around the corridors of the building that houses the austere academy, where every room comes the sound of a different instrument: the drums, voice, bass, bassoon, marimba, the harp, viola ... and peer tests orchestra in an auditorium ...

This is the night I like to bask in the memories, and so I write them. Boh then maybe erase this post but nothing.
Now I'm glad I wrote these things.