Sunday, March 29, 2009

Abigail

Can’t say that I’ve ever known an Abigail before. We met under unlikely circumstances, but nothing really surprises me anymore. When I learned of her concert this afternoon I made a point to go to support my Eastman colleague.

The Ciminelli Lounge is an exquisite circular hall in the dorm building for more intimate recitals. Her apple red dress greatly contrasted with her pale white skin, exposing her well toned arms. She was calm, radiant in a DePre-nesque way, almost beautiful. As the sound of the cello filled the space I was enveloped by something greater than the sound, it was Abby. Her breathing, deep and steady, in sync with the music, swallowed me as if we were part of larger organism, expanding and contracting, light and free as a jelly fish in the sea, earthy and sturdy as a mammoth.

This is the first time I’ve actually enjoyed listening to Benjamin Britten at a performance. Maybe it was her unorthodox introduction to the third cello suite with her bright colorful voice, almost more suitable for a singer, a perfect match for her capricious character. The Prokofiev sonata was well balanced and flawless.

But first, there was the Grand Tango by Piazzolla.

Make yourself a cup of tea and I’ll tell you about the day that changed my life.

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