Aase's Death and Anitra's Dance by Grieg; and the
(Photo credit: "Cocktail by Candlelight" by Mike Gifford)
Usually on performance days I have the show on my mind all day, not in the foreground but rather as a backdrop to my thoughts and activities as I go about doing ordinary things like fixing lunch and running errands. And usually I am nervous...just nervous enough to be a little uncomfortable all day long. But today I felt pretty much fine until right before the appointed time. In fact, I was excited, and I had the music playing in my head off and on in little snatches. Once I got to the auditorium and started warming up with the others, and playing around on Perelandra (my oboe), even the nerves calmed down some. My cheering section consisted of my husband, children, father-in-law, and oboe teacher, who also instructs the group's principal oboist (he has visited here as fellowkyokostudent - and he played wonderfully tonight).
How do "real" musicians, dancers, and actors feel on the morning or afternoon before they have to go on stage? Does it become routine, just another day on the job, or is there always a little undercurrent of excitement there? Does everyone have special rituals or superstitions - a "lucky" or "unlucky" article of clothing, a way of packing up an instrument? There's a doctor at St. Boonie's who refuses to go into O.R. #9 because he feels it's "The Room of Doom..."
I have to thank Anali for posting a recipe for "Obama Celebration Cake." I made it today for the after-party, substituting zucchini for the bananas and Grand Marnier liqueur for the Southern comfort. It came out super-moist and made for a festive end to a happy evening. Next time I think I'll add even more chocolate...