Anything for old friends
Yesterday I went to San Francisco. I don’t normally venture out into The City because driving in SF scares me. But a friend from college was giving his master’s recital for his composition degree, and I wanted to support him. Plus, my mom said she would come with me. She provided the moral support I needed to navigate the streets of San Francisco, and we parked across the street from the Conservatory without incident.
This is the outside of the San Francisco Conservatory. So unassuming!
The recital hall had this lovely modern vibe to it while also creating a very intimate atmosphere. You could sit in the back row and still feel like you were “up close” to the stage.
The composer himself, saying a few words before the recital started.
The recital was phenomenal. This composer is very gifted and I look forward to seeing (and hearing) how he will use his abilities to create beautiful music in the future (Check out his music here!) The recital nourished my soul a little bit, if I can say that without sounding too silly. It reminded me just how much I love and miss the Conservatory experience. It fanned the flame of that grad school dream I’m always talking about. And it was just inspiring to see people I know, people I went to school with, doing incredible things. It made me want to find my own way of contributing to the music world.
Plus, it provided a much-needed reminder of the constancy of music in my life. Sometimes life can feel like a series of unpredictable changes, but sitting in a concert or recital hall and listening to an orchestra tune reminds me that there are some things that do not change. And that is comforting.