A few weeks ago, I played with a small community orchestra in the area. I was only able to attend one rehearsal before the performance (usually rehearsal time conflicts with my class) and, as typical, they pretty much rehearsed everything except where the harp plays. It was a really good experience and very fun, but it brought back soooo many memories.
I have a very conflicted view of orchestra. There is definitely a thrill of playing with a group and playing such great pieces, but in the past there was also a lot of stress for me. Here is the harpist's job in most orchestral pieces: count 500 measures through multiple time and key signature changes, play one very big and exposed chord or arpeggio, repeat. I hated practicing my orchestral music; who wants to practice a bunch of random chords that have no relation to one another? Not me! Also, before I got to BYU I just didn't have a lot of experience in orchestras. There is no orchestral future for most harpists so my teacher really tried to think creatively about other harp careers, which was very beneficial. The bad news was that once I got to college, I had very little orchestra experience and I had to play in orchestras with other students who had been playing in them since middle school. Bleh. It was traumatizing. Most of it was my fault, I just hating practicing the music, but I also just really feel antagonistically towards them.
Here is the orchestra hit list: Mainly, the string section. The violins were the worst. They had such small instruments, there were so many of them that if they got yelled at, it wasn't personal. They played almost the entire time so that counting and furiously trying to keep track of measures was also less important. Also, if you did mess up, loose your place, or whatever - no one could hear you and your stand partner could tell you where to go. I love violins individually, but in an orchestra, they drive me bananas.
I think the larger the instrument got, the less animosity I felt. I had quite a strong affinity with the bass players. I got along well with all the brass players and percussion - I felt like we were all in the same boat. Counting for billions of measures, then very exposed. I think the brass players probably have it the worst. The percussion, we were always tight because we had so much equipment to move. It was always us loading and unloading the trucks (bass players included here). We were all kind of lone rangers together, often the only person on our part, arriving earlier than everyone else and leaving later than everyone else. One time after BYU played on Temple Square we were loading the harps and big instruments into the truck. When we finally got everything loaded up we looked around and realized that the buses had left us. It was a crappy feeling to realize that no one on the buses had realized that eight or nine of us weren't there and that's probably how our status with them always was - not quite aware of us, just mad when we didn't get it right. We ended up having to call my parents to come pick us up and drive us back to Provo.
So that's my orchestra gripe. I had a great time at the rehearsal and performance with this community orchestra. The best part? They had a harp!!! A lot of the middle schools and high schools out here have harps, so I didn't have to move my harp at all! The director had even already set the harp up for me each time I got there. Of course it was a Venus and sounded about as melodious as a tin can - nothing can quite match my Lyon & Healy, but Ryan says that sound quality is a small price to pay for not having to carry the harp down and up three flights of stairs. He's a barbarian, naturally.
Here is Ryan throwing Willa in the park two weeks ago:
Unflattering photo of us in our Young's Jersey Dairy shirts holding our little (angry) cow. This just in: Willa is not a Jersey cow, so the likelihood of getting this photo on the wall at the dairy are slim.
And... our cute little Willa. Excuse the hairy legs - I think Ryan must have just gotten in from running - thus the short shorts.
I just love these little purple sweatpants!