Panic and my favorite playlist
Sharon's Weekly Head Dump
I woke up last night in a cold panic because my brain thought the middle of a REM cycle was a good time to remind me that:
I have two weeks to go before the first performance of several works I still can’t play all the way through.
I have three weeks to go before I go into the recording studio to record two works I still can’t play all the way through.
I have under two months to go before I hop on stage with an orchestra and play a concerto that I’ve only learned about 40% of.
Why did I choose this life again??? Sixteen-year-old me thought it would be super great to just play music all the time and justify collecting evening gowns as “work attire,” and I continue to pay the price for her naïve career choices. Ah well, too late to turn back now.
In the middle of all of this, my always helpful brain piped up this week with the flash of an idea for a new satirical essay in the vein of the “Key Playerson” article. NOT NOW, BRAIN.