Friday, August 6, 2010

55 - The Stories We Tell Ourselves...

"Submerged" was the word I was hunting for last night, with 10 minutes to go until I had to post. "Submerged" because it so perfectly captures how I feel right now.

It's been a long time since I've had to memorize anything for anything (vocab and KStudy excluded) and while I'm in the process of trying to learn this Sonata by heart, I find myself asking myself how exactly I go about doing that. I find that it's helpful to break it down into chunks and for me, I create a story that goes with each chunk.

The Sonata opens with an invitation to come on a journey, we've saved up money, and the women wear hoop skirts and turn on pointe. Then it links to a section with the family patriarch and his lady getting onto the ship, next come the two brothers rough and tumbling, then the men and women are courting on said ship, and then, the final victory as the ship pulls into port. And that's the first half of the Sonata in my brain.

Great blog on overcoming performance anxiety, which I hope to do this Sunday...

Ship Ahoy!

2 comments:

Janice said...

I loved your images of the sonata chunks. I tried to imagine the same thing while I listened to it...but my women in hoopskirts never stopped spinning until the end when one collided with a hedgerow, and the other tumbled headlong into a fountain in the middle of a parterre garden. Sigh.

P.S. Why did you have to memorize it?

Christianna Lee said...

Oh, Janice J, you make my day. :) I memorized it because I'm a masochist. Need one have a better reason?