Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Year of the Cock


The great thing about turning 25 this year (folks, can I hear it?) is that there are lots of retrospectives on what happened 25 years ago. I guess this also happened when I turned 20, 15, 10 and so forth... but this is now.
Some things that if you're turning 25 in 2006, you're the same age as:

* AIDS
* Frequent Flier Miles (http://www.nytimes.com/2006/04/26/business/26leonhardt.html)
* Wheel of Fortune
* THE WESLEYAN SPIRITS (all-male acapella for those outside of the community)


And some people (careful, this is a little depressing):

* Elijah Wood
* Justin Timberlake
* Paris Hilton
* Josh Groban
* Julia Stiles
* Jessica Alba
* Jamie-Lynn Sigler
* Anna Kournikova
* Natalie Portman
* Ben Kweller
* Chad Michael Murray
* Rachel Bilson
* Beyonce Knowles
* Jonathan Taylor Thomas
* Alexis Bledel
* Nicole Richie
* Serena Williams
* Dominique Moceanu
* Ivanka Trump
* Britney Spears
* Sienna Miller

Thursday, April 20, 2006

A Lovely Thing That Happened Today

Last night I went with my dad to the Philharmonic to see a performance of the Shostakovich Violin Concerto and Tenth Symphony, with Maxim Vengerov on violin and Mstislav Rostropovich conducting. Rostropovich is better known as one of the great cellists of the twentieth century, and a close friend of Shostakovich as well as other important composers. He didn't start conducting until a lot later in his career. He's turning 79 this year. Watching him conduct last night was really great. After the Symphony, he went into the orchestra section by section to kiss the principal players and he seemed to absolutely adore the musicians and audience as much as we loved him.

Anyway, today I had 45 minutes to kill before my orchestra rehearsal, so I bought some sushi to go and sat next to my cello on a wall outside Juilliard, which is right around the corner from Lincoln Center and up the block from the church where we practice. I was very into my book and didn't really notice anyone approaching me, but then all of a sudden I looked up and there he was, Mr. Rostropovich himself, his face about a foot away from mine. This is what he said to me: "Good appetite!" All I could think of in reply was to ask him if he would like some pieces of sushi. He laughed and shook my hand and waddled away and I just stared after him before realizing what had just happened and looking around for someone who had witnessed the interaction and could appreciate how cool it was.

Of course now I'm thinking of all the things I could have said to him. I mean, I had just seen him conduct a concert that I raved about at work this morning. I had just read an interview with him in the Times. I play the same instrument as him and was on my way to a rehearsal of very music that is basically impossible for me to play, that I'm sure he'd have been familiar with. What if he thinks I didn't know who he was? What kind of cellist could I be if I didn't? I have decided that the recognition was there in my voice and in the hand shake and the offer to share my dinner.

Update

Ok, I've been hard at work.

Done= Go to Whitney Biennial, See Munch Exhibit at MoMA, Eat Grimaldi's, See Ave Q (which I couldn't put before because it might give away to Erica that it was to be her birthday present)

Revised to-do:

Go to Bohemian Beer Garden
Go to Bulgarian Disco
Go to the Cloisters
Go to the Frying Pan
Go to Coney Island
Go to Grimaldi's (again)