The last few days had been incorrigible. I was almost certainly dead by Monday - and Tuesday was Microbiology! Lord in heavens!
One of my favourite-est persons in the world, Mas, celebrated her birthday on Saturday. It was also Pharmacology exam, so I didn't manage to buy her a proper present. I asked her what would she like, and she answered: a song, like last year!
I made a waltz for her.
Personally I hate the waltz, except a few divine ones, including Strauss' Frühlingstimmen - which Kathleen Battle sang with maestro von Karajan in a 1990 Neujahrskonzert in Wien album - and the theme to The Stepford Wives, which was really camp (the movie), but was an absolute bomb - I don't know why, but I'm blaming Kidman's immobile brows.
Anyway, waltz is one of those things that had been done to the death, and its blatantly romantic nature allows very little opportunity for my dramatic streak - such as they are, IMHO - but I tried. I cheated a bit: the transition between the middle part and the recap was in common time, but hey, rules are made to be broken babeh!
You can hear it here. The score, all rights @fUGA arts limited 2010, is here.
Unfortunately, such joyful creation may accost me my Microbiology exam results. And I'm strangely feeling unaffected. Tralalala~!
Enough playing. I recently downloaded Gheorghiu's DVD of the now legendary 1994 Traviata with Solti. I cried like a baby, many times. I already had the audio track for a few months, but the thrill of watching a live performance is on a different plane altogether. Now I understand why Gheorghiu was such a phenomenon when she burst into scene. Ah, of things that could have been!
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