I had been getting less and less nervous about my own
senior recital. That all changed when I saw the liquid chocolate fountain, the harsh white stage lights, and the elegant purple evening gown. Will I have to wear a suit? Do I still own a suit? The whole thing seems so formal as to be uncomfortable. I’d much rather play in a bar where the majority of people are more interested in hooking up or getting inebriated than listening to me. And what’s the deal with the foreign languages? I’m all for music therapy majors being held to the same standards as music performance majors, but I don’t particularly see the point for either. I guess I’d prefer to know what the singer is singing without having to read it in the program notes. Rachael seemed much more comfortable with the English songs in the second half of the performance, and I enjoyed them much more. (I’m so glad I play guitar so I don’t have to worry about what to do with my hands.) She really seemed to be having fun with “Chattanoogie Shoe Shine Boy”. I wish vocal majors’ concerts could have more “Chattanoogie Shoe Shine Boy” and less “Vergebliches Standchen.” I’m sure they feel the same way. Music is supposed to be fun. Right?
