Tuesday, May 24, 2011

1 AM in the Wey Household

*bong bong bong* footsteps up the stairs
*shuffle shuffle* across the hallway
*creeeeak* kitchen cabinet opening
*rustle rustle rustle* rifling through miscellaneous snack bags

pause


*creeeeak* *clonk* kitchen cabinet closing
*shuffle shuffle* back across the hallway
*bong bong bong* footsteps down the stairs

pause


*munch munch munch munch munch* in my bed

As told by a disgruntled Mom in the morning.

Teeheehee. :) And although it's been several years now, in the midst of my midnight-snack escapades I can still hear, clear as day, A's low exasperated voice going, "Jennifer, you're such a fattie."

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Composers

I'm not a fan of re-blogging, but this entry is too funny not to post, and too witty to attempt rephrasing. Here are my favorite parts:


Top 10 Composers Who Make You Seem Cool When You Tell Other Musicians You Like Them



You go to a friend’s concert/opera performance/chamber recital at an acclaimed school of music or summer festival.  You’re invited to the party afterwards.  There is  wine, there is cheese, there’s a respectable collection of craft brews.  There’s a strange mix of young people and old hangers-on, all of whom are way too intense and riled up because of the concert.  There’s really awkward background music.  Cathartic drinking abounds; inappropriate touching ensues.
You find yourself in a conversation with the type of people who want to talk about their favorite composers at a party.  This is already bad news.  Your instinct to retreat is a good one.
But let’s say you’re trapped next to the drink table, or you have a fighting spirit, or this is Imaginationland, and there are some hotties at an orchestra party who you want to impress.  You need a list of composers who are Academy approved, under-appreciated, but not so outré that only the lamest of the music theory geeks has ever even heard of them.
1. J. S. Bach
No musician, be they orchestralist, vocalist, Old Music-ist, New Music-ist, keyboardist or lutenist will disparage the name of J. S. Bach.
If you say Bach, you leave yourself open to a discussion of his individual pieces.  You can save yourself a lot of valuable time and listening by simply memorizing the letters BWV.  BWV stands for Bach-Werke-Verzeichnis (which you don’t have to memorize) and refers to a listing of all Bach’s works.  If pressed for an opinion on your favorite Bach piece, insert any three digit combination after the letters BWV.  Do so with absolute confidence.  Most musicians will think you’re talking about one of their own favorite pieces.  Go with it.  If not, they’ll assume you’re refering to some unknown masterwork and murmur in agreement.  In the unlikely case that they don’t immediately follow this by offering their favorite Bach piece, ask them for it right away.
They will not respond with a BWV number.  Do not press the issue.
3. György Ligeti
Show your flare for the avant-garde by working Ligeti into the conversation.  Do not attempt pronunciation of his first name unless you are fluent in Hungarian. 
7. Franz Schubert
Say “Winterreise” (pronounced “vin-ter-rise-ah”), and really say it like you mean it.  Express a heartfelt connection to it.  You may express admiration for any symphony up through number 9, excepting number 7.  If you do happen to slip up and mention the non-existent seventh, there are two recourses: 1) say that you assumed everyone had switched over to the new European numbering system for Schubert symphonies, or 2) say, “oh, I mean the ersatz seventh symphony.  But we all know that story…”
10 Composers Who You Should Never Admit Liking To A Musician Who Considers Him or Herself Serious
6. Alfred Schnittke
No one will know who he is.  The very few who do will either a) not have been instructed what to think of him, b) will call him “Shit-ke” and chuckle, or c) will be a violist and will actually think you’re really cool, something you want to avoid at all costs.
9. Johann Strauss
Jr. or Sr., or any other member of the Strauss family, for that matter, up to and including Charles Strouse, but excluding Richard Strauss, even though his name is better left unmentioned anyway.
10. Niccolò Paganini
The only people who won’t scoff will be violinists.  They’ll cringe.
[Disclaimer: I only vouch for this advice in mainland America.  An entirely different set of rules may apply in Europe, especially in Germany.  Use with caution.]

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Mom

Here are a collection of my favorite Mom-memories taken from various journals, Skype logs, and photo albums, in belated honor of Mother's Day and my lovely mom's birthday. :)

Mom is so hyper these days. You know, most women get crankier as they age, but I think Mom just keeps getting happier. This morning over breakfast, we were eating pancakes and Mei finished hers first, so Mom was like, "Here, you can have my last pancake! I'm not that hungry." Then she balanced the pancake on her fork, tossed it in the air so that it landed on Mei's plate, and went "Yoohoo!" really loudly. The rest of us stared at her for a moment, and then Mei went, "Um, why did you say yoohoo?" And Mom answered, "Isn't that what Tarzan says when he jumps from tree to tree?" 
So...in Mom's crazy mind...a pancake being transferred from one plate to another reminds her of a half-naked man swinging from tree to tree? I don't think Tarzan even says "yoohoo," he just yells "Aaawooooaaoo," at least in the Disney movie.


The waiters at Chevy's were really slow bringing our extra salsa, and Mom was getting really impatient, so after she asked a third waiter and got no favorable results, she lost her temper and accosted the next guy in a red polo shirt who walked by. "Excuse me! We have been waiting for extra salsa for over 15 minutes! I've asked three waiters already!" The guy looked a bit terrified and went, "Well...I don't work here...but I can go ask for more salsa if you want." Mom was so embarrassed--ha!!!


Oh, I forgot to mention that yesterday morning, J told me that she'd woken up a little earlier and heard a bunch of maids talking and bustling around in the kitchen. I was all confused, because we don't have any maids obviously, but she kept insisting, "No no, I swear there were like 3 or 4 women in there, and they were talking so much!" Then, I realized that it had actually been Mom in the kitchen, making breakfast and talking to herself.


I think it's kind of amusing how you can tell Mom's back from Taiwan by these subtle but noticeable differences in the kitchen. For example, the faucet setting is now always on full blast instead of the flimsy shower-head setting. There are tons of all kinds of dishes piled precariously on the drying rack, instead of a few sparse plates evenly spaced out. You can periodically hear the sound of the blender being turned on and off, occasional thuds and bangs of things falling to the floor, and at least 5 or 6 miscellaneous fluid containers spread over the counter. Whereas when it's just Dad at home, the kitchen is pretty much silent and empty all of the time.

Dinner was so funny today. Mei and I were asking each other "would you rather" questions again, and Mom kept butting in as usual and answering all the questions herself, even though she wasn't even part of the game. I asked Mei whether she would rather use a spoon or chopsticks for the rest of her life, and she chose a spoon, and of course Mom was like "Chopsticks!" I asked her how in the world she'd eat cereal with chopsticks, and it was hilarious because I can just imagine her trying to eat cereal with her portable chopsticks. Then Dad was all, "Would you rather wash the dishes or dry them tonight?" so we all left really quickly.

[10:40:46 PM] Sefen.Hsu: woo, i am excited

[8:45:36 PM] Sefen.Hsu: hi! are you home?  I like your holiday spirit!! it's cute!


[11:16:44 PM] jenniferwey: what does dad want for his birthday?
[11:17:23 PM] Sefen.Hsu: he wants a car, but we are not going to care abouit that
[11:17:35 PM] jenniferwey: WOW a car??
[11:17:41 PM] jenniferwey: what kind??
[11:18:08 PM] Sefen.Hsu: I don't quite sure, something like porche
[11:18:27 PM] jenniferwey: oh dear...mid life crisis? is he serious?
[11:18:37 PM] Sefen.Hsu: no
[11:18:46 PM] Sefen.Hsu: I think he's joking
[11:18:53 PM] Sefen.Hsu: no one listen, anyway







 

And of course, my favorite video ever taken in the history of time: (you might want to turn down the volume)



She wasn't even...tipsy or anything. This is just her normal self.........

I mean, these are mostly silly memories, but laughs aside, my mom is really one of the best people I know. She is healthy and active, going on hikes every morning, doing yoga every night, and running up and down the stairs of our house all the time. She is so pretty--I don't think I've ever seen a prettier wedding photo than hers with my dad, and she is only improving with age! (Especially since afro-hairstyles and bottle cap glasses are out of style now, thank goodness.) She is intelligent, one of the only Asian moms I know who reads English literature...The Fountainhead, Pillars of the Earth, Kurt Vonnegut, Animal Farm, Harry Potter...basically whatever I recommend. And she is generous...a natural mother.
Through/within her weird jokes and hilarious habits and cuteness, her beautiful self is always shining through. Happy birthday, Mom! :)

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Little Blessings

**Managed to collect some photos, because Miami is just too beautiful to be depicted in words alone. The blurry ones are from my phone, and the amazing ones are from a friend who is an amazing photographer.

-Ideal practice rooms...clean, spacious, soundproof, and with large windows displaying sunny skies and palm trees.


-Studying for finals on the beach, digging my toes into the sand and hearing the crash of waves on the shore, while a man nearby flies a kite.


-Catching up with a special old friend...stand partner from seventh grade, carpool buddy for a good 3 years, high school classmate, and fellow Bostonian/music-lover.
-Sitting last stand in a really good orchestra, riding the wave of everyone's momentum and carrying the sound from behind. Also, playing in a really well-designed concert hall.



-Practicing Stravinsky, having just come from the beach with sand still clinging to my legs, and the smell of sea in my hair.



Oh, and also I've been meaning to brag about this for a while--my first complete New York Times crossword, no thesaurus or outside help. :) Finally!

Monday, May 2, 2011

After Something Big

No matter the outcome, there are liberties one can always enjoy in the aftermath of some big event. Here are some of my favorite simple but surprisingly significant post-audition liberties.
1) Sleeping in for an extra hour. I tell you, waking up at 8am EVERY day for the past month gives 9am a whole new glorious meaning.
2) Listening to music other than the same 7 symphonies over and over obsessively on my iPod
3) Allowing myself an hour to make and eat meals, instead of 20 minutes to pour cereal into a bowl and wolf it down before returning to the practice room
4) Tuning to an A other than 441. It seems like such a small distinction, but at the risk of sounding super nerdy, I will say that it really feels good to indulge in a 442-A once in a while
5) Taking a bathroom or email break during practice time without feeling guilty
6) Venturing out into the sunlight and talking with actual people. Practicing--especially excerpts--is a lonely affair and can turn you into a socially awkward person.

What's ironic is that we work super hard to make a decent recording, so that we can work even harder to take the live audition, so that we can work EVEN harder if/when we get a job. When I was a kid, I viewed hard work as an accomplishment that deserved to be rewarded with fun and free time. Now, hard work is a privilege that, if I'm lucky, leads to more hard work...only if I'm unsuccessful will it lead to more free time.
There are 2 ways to view this paradoxical cycle-
Glass-half-empty: an endless chain of hard work, and the only breaks you get are the consequences of failure
Glass-half-full: endless opportunities to improve and become the best person possible, and when you don't do as well as you'd like, you get a moment of reprieve to breathe and rejuvenate
Yeah, I choose the latter. I'm definitely happy now, but I was also happy in the past 2 months, amid the early morning searches for practice rooms, Schubert 2 on repeat, and Corn Flakes dinners...because I was pushing myself to be the best possible...and the next time I am fortunate enough to have an opportunity to work just as hard (if not harder), I will be happy again.
Life is good, if you look through the right lenses.
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