My concert was a nice success. I had about 30 people attend. That's pretty good for how busy this weekend was, though not so good considering the stellar press coverage the event got. Still, there was a very receptive audience and I felt really good about my playing.
At a few points during my "meditative improv" I got into a solid meditative state and was clueless that there was even an audience in the room. That was wonderful though I realized that I needed to actually pay attention to things like time so it didn't end up being midnight by the time I crawled out of my altered state. The concert was about an hour and fifteen minutes long. I don't know what the profit was on ticket sales, but I sold six cds and may have landed two new piano students.
The major bummer was that none of the friends I enjoy just hanging out with actually came to the concert (well one did, but sadly didn't stick around afterwards). I was totally hoping for a bit of party fun with friends after the concert for my much needed post-performance debriefing. Fortunately my trusty mom was reliable as ever. She sat with me at home while I ate my Subway sandwhich and rambled on about the concert. She's the best and if anyone tries to refute that fact I'll put hot sauce in their underwear.
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because there’s nothing that amuses me more than hearing your pathetic opinion
dude I am so sorry i didnt come over and say anything.
one of the little people | May 22, 2005 9:49PM