Rachmaninoff

The name alone makes me sigh.

*sigh

See! This weekend, the Utah Symphony is performing his Piano Concerto No. 2 in C minor and Beethoven's Symphony No. 4 in B-flat Major. Am I a little excited for this concert? No. I'm very, VERY, VERY excited for this concert. I have loved Rachy's No. 2 ever since I was 14. The summer between 9th and 10th grades, I played the violin in a disctrict-wide youth symphony made up of high school musicians. We went on tour to, hold your breath in anticipation, the exotic locale of Minneapolis, Minnesota. Yes, yes, that vast expanse of, well, lakes and trees. The trip was a blast. I "fell in love" for the first time (tour crushes were so common), and one of the cellists soloed on the first movement of this amazing piece of music. It's been a dream of mine ever since to learn it. So here I am, 40-something, and I still haven't tackled it.

*sigh

That's a different kind of sigh from the first one.

Anyway, tomorrow night we will be traveling to the symphony with Mom & Dad P to hear the entire piece (all three movements) played by André Watts and the Utah Symphony. (It's Dad P's favorite piano piece, too.) It makes me smile just to think about it.

I can't wait for Mr. Perfect to be entranced as well.