Toastie ‘9711:15PM
I never get any work done the night before a day on which I have no classes. I’d like to change that tonight, and so I won’t write much now, but I’ll write something.
Today was my five-class day. I didn’t have my homework done for French class. The news fax was nowhere to be found for my noon radio news broadcast, so I didn’t have a broadcast. (I’ve done the news twice so far; I am scheduled to do it Mondays and Wednesdays at noon.) I felt very tired and lonely when I got back to the dorm around 5:00. I ate dinner alone. I felt pretty low. I decided to go take a drive and get some shopping done. I bought a long phone cord so I could finally hook up my modem in here, and I got a cable for the TV since I ordered cable-TV for the room today. But I really was looking to get some sheet music for the song “When I Fall in Love” from “Sleepless in Seattle.” And I found it and gave it to Susan. Of course, she insisted on paying me back for it. I can’t explain what’s happened with Susan in the past week, but today I feel very distant from her, and I feel like I’ve done something wrong. But if I bring this up, then the fact that I’m thinking that I’ve done something wrong may upset her.
If I’m going to sit here and ramble on about things, I should do it in the form of culture journal entries for UWC. My teacher is collecting the journals on Monday. I should write about ten or so entries. Anything I write that might be of interest for this journal, I will certainly include it.
Tuesday, September 28, 1993
(UWC Culture Journal)
Tonight, I had one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. In addition to the night having a highly personal meaning, it had a lot of cultural significance as well. This evening, I drove my beloved Susan to the music building so that she could practice the piano. I had been lookng forward to the day that I might observe Susan playing the piano. I knew that she has been playing for eleven years and figured that she must be very talented. But I had no idea just how impressed I would be.
I planned to listen to Susan play a few pieces and then go outside and do some studying while she practiced the classical pieces that she must learn for her lessons. Susan was worried because she hadn’t played in awhile due to her mono. But she played brilliantly. She had books of popular songs that she could play with such incredible ease. I swore to her that she can make a living as a pianist, although she didn’t take me that seriously. Her renditions of songs that I love were better than the originals. My heart swelled and tore at the same time as I listened to her play Journey’s “Open Arms,” which is my #1 song on my Top 100. Susan needs only to glance at the music she’s playing. And she adds her own energetic and emotional style to it. She attempted to play “When I Fall in Love” from the movie “Sleepless in Seattle” completely from memory, never having attempted it before. And she did a beautiful job, although she was disappointed in herself.
Susan did something which truly pulled my heartstrings. I had composed a very elementary composition using my very elementary piano-playing knowledge. It is a pretty little piece, though. Susan listened to it, and she turned into a gorgeous, flowing, masterpiece, something worthy of a film score.
I was in such awe of her talents. I never felt as if I had witnessed so much talent in all of my life.
I wish so much that I could play the piano with one-tenth the ability of Susan. I listen to a lot of classical music now in my new room. I really want to be cultured in music. It’s so inspiring. Unfortunately, it’s causing me to be very disinterested in my school work. Perhaps I’ll have to take an intro-music course next semester.
I’ll save my more personal Susan comments for my personal journal…
2:25AM
Why do I have to still be awake so late every night? It’s starting to piss me off…
1 response so far ↓
1 Toastiest » Blog Archive » Sappy music memories from 1993 // Sep 29, 2007 at 00:52
[…] From my UWC (University Writing Course) “culture journal”, unearthed in a supremely sappy Toastie ‘97 post from Wednesday, September 29, 1993 […]
You must log in to post a comment.