Kate loves the Chopin Ballade in G, Op. 23. She raved about it when she was first assigned it and never complained about learning it even though it’s not at all easy. She has been playing it for several months now, and has already performed it a few times. She doesn’t complain too much either when her teacher picks and keeps picking at all the little nits and jots and tittles of her technique. All of which is a very good thing as she plans to use the piece for her two-year theory project beginning in the fall of 2013, and so she will be playing it for a good long while yet to come, and I will have plenty of opportunities to hear it, both in formal recitals and as it’s being picked apart and over whilst I am working at home and sitting outside studio doors ad infinitum. But not today.
Today she probably practiced it at home for the better part of an hour, and then her father took her to Eastman where she performed it as one of several musicians in an advanced student recital. I was also one of several students today, several miles away from Eastman. I woke up early, not far from the shore of Canandaigua Lake, to the view above and and to the left, and it was a good place to be, both last night and today. I don’t regret that. I do regret missing Kate play the snot out of the Ballade on that luscious piano in that beautiful hall though. And I’m grateful to have the technology (and the husband brave enough to record her performance for me) to view it second-hand. I hope you enjoy it, too.
Ballade in G, op. 23, Kate Blaine – pianist, in Hatch Recital Hall at Eastman, 17 Nov 2012