June 2011
May 2011
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melodies
Normally, I never would have considered a recital to be something quite liberating, or even something to celebrate. My childhood memories of recitals mostly consisted of sweaty palms, involuntary jitters and my heart pounding against my rib cage as if it wanted to escape my chest.
Those were the recitals of my childhood as a pianist. Back then, and quite regretfully, recitals were only events...
