Sparks flew this evening at the end of Act 1 as Nothung (Siegfried's sword) was forged - that's the bit when we play. After an hour and a quarter of uninterrupted music. There's something about sitting there almost invisibly that brings out some sort of ultra sweary kicking screaming Tourettes in me at the very beginning, I guess it's just the idea of the length of time. It passes quickly as I get into the music. So does almost everything else. I really loved the performance - the heavy stomping of the giants' music, and I thought the musical pacing at the end of the Act was superb.
Today's other achievements:
Going to the shop for supplies on my way to the car after playing, walking through the booze section and not buying any. Getting Jersey Royals as a special treat instead. (Who am I? I don't recognise myself..!)
Being in touch with my physical urge for movement when I got in and indulging in a 45 minute Pilates session in my attic haven (heaven?)
It's been just great to have a busy harp week - music is one of my favourite means of anaesthetising. I'm tired and I need a day off and if I can get through my Monday morning rehearsal, I can chill out a bit. I'm feeling a bit emotional about tomorrow night, it's a big one for me with Brünnhilde's sumptuous thawing out music. Aroused by her brother (no comment) Siegfried's kiss, she disencrusts herself from her heroic slumber accompanied by our skyward arabesques. I hear the twinkling of her eyelids and there's an intense power in six harps playing together oh so quietly.
Final achievement - getting to bed before midnight again.
Powerful words from meditation today
