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2003-04-13 - 10:09 p.m. Music geek lesson of the night: The music of Aaron Copland all begins to sound the same after a while. Americana. The old West. That sort of thing. I've played some Copland in my day. "Fanfare for the Common Man" on two occasions. The "Simple Gifts" section of "Appalachian Spring". The "Billy the Kid" orchestral ballet suite (which I'm listening to right now- orchestra concert 12/6/00, during which yours truly was playing second flute). "Emblems" for wind ensemble. I've dabbled with that flute piece- what's it called? Duo? But yeah. Don't get me wrong, I love Copland. But it all sounds the same- like something off the prairie. Which is funny for a Jewish kid from Brooklyn. Music is grand like that. It can reflect who you are, or who you aren't. Or maybe who you want to be. I practiced flute for a good 45 minutes today. 45 minutes is nothing in the grand scheme of things. But they were 45 good minutes. Maybe I'll go dust off the old piccolo now. Eh, maybe tomorrow. I have yet another day off. How unprecedented. Or not. Full-time Shoe Girl is back. There go my hours. Good for my sanity. Bad for my bank account. Anyway, sorry for the geekishness. The day's anniversary has me pondering such stuff. It's going to be absolutely beautiful the next two days. Highs in the 70s. Bike riding weather. Going over to Snootyville and sitting in the park weather. Nice. This piece (the Chausson "Poem") makes me want to play the violin. As much as the Elgar Cello Concerto makes me want to play the cello. I like music. Goodnight. 
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