Thursday, March 18, 2010

I don't mean to brag, BUT...

Today I got my letter of acceptance to Carnegie-Mellon's Performance Residency Program.  I submitted my application SO late (I got the due date for this application and a music festival horribly HORRIBLY confused) that I thought it was not even a possibility for me.  Especially when audition season came and went and I was never invited to have a live audition.  But, you know--the Lord works in mysterious ways.  It is a tuition-free program, and I could live with my parents and my life would be perfect and easy.  I'm going to wait to hear from Juilliard before I make any decisions.  However, it is important to mention that my greatest heroes teach there--Philip Pandolfi and Nancy Goeres from the Pittsburgh Symphony!
Two years ago, being accepted to Carnegie-Mellon without even taking a live audition would not have been a possibility for me.  I used to feel like I deserved to go to good schools and get attention and praise because I was an impressive bassoon player.  Today, I realize that the only way that I can do anything with what little ability I have is to work very, very hard.  My overwhelming feeling right now is not pride, but utter humility.  That a school like Carnegie-Mellon would accept little old me.  With a little faith, a lot of hard work, the right attitude, and tremendous amounts of support from my friends and family, good things have been happening, and hopefully will continue to happen.  So all of you musicians out there working your tails off--keep your chins up and keep working!  It'll pay off.



Saturday, March 13, 2010

The D&B

For years I have had a love affair with the Dooney and Bourke.  When I was fifteen, I saw a magazine advertisement with Mischa Barton holding the Dooney and Bourke "It" bag and I fell in love.  I saw my first Dooney and Bourke purse in person at Bloomingdale's in New York City and I knew I had to have one.  Some day.    This seems silly, but I don't really wear makeup or have fancy clothes.  I have to fill my "girl" quota with accessories--namely shoes and bags.
The summer before I started graduate school, I worked two jobs--my day job was as a cashier at KMart, and my night job was calling students at an art school and reminding them to buy their books before classes start.  I've never worked so hard in my life, and have an extreme appreciation for people who have two jobs--it stinks!  There is no time for bassoon.  
When I finished my phone call gig, I bought myself this highly impractical bag on sale at Macy's for about $93.    I especially love the enamel heart.  However, I did feel some buyer's remorse.  It's canvas, so it has the potential to get really dirty, and I am 23 years old and the period of time where carrying a pink purse is acceptable is swiftly coming to a close. However, it always reminds me of how hard I had to work to get it, and all the fun times we've had together.  

Lately, I've been on pretty things hiatus.I haven't been inside a department store in months.  I haven't bought an article of clothing over $10 in a year.  I do go to Goodwill a lot, but I don't usually buy anything.  It has to be something mind-blowingly awesome.  I was in the Goodwill when I saw THIS guy:

My purse!  But in a more respectable color and in a more durable material!  I experienced two very strong emotions right at the same time--elation, to find something so gorgeous and perfect at Goodwill in my price range ($5.99-can you believe it?!), and extreme despair, that I spent $93 hard-earned dollars on a purse that I could have bought two years later for $5.99.  I (literally) raced for it, as another Goodwill shopper was eyeing MY bag, and in my fervor, I sustained a 2-inch gash on my foot from a rogue clothes rack.  I actually left it there overnight--I got to thinking that it would be nice for someone else to go into Goodwill and find something so awesome.  When I regained rational thought, I went back to see if it was still there, and bought it immediately.

I suppose the moral of the story is--good things come to those who wait and go to Goodwill every day.  

Monday, March 8, 2010

My Brain is Melting Out of My Head

I have been back in town for five days, and I can only really say one thing--I'm a tired Beaver (thank you Bridget for this amusing expression).  I am noticing that if I don't write things immediately I will forget and I went to bed before 10 two nights in a row.  It's okay--soon I will have caught up on my sleep and will be able to accomplish great things once again.

New York was great--my audition went as well as could be expected, and I got to be in the same room as some of my biggest role models.  And play the bassoon for them!  And they didn't throw up in disgust.  I also got to eat a lot of good food, visit with Benton, and become well-versed in the public transportation systems of New York City and South Eastern Pennsylvania.  I spent two days in Minneapolis with the UW-Madison Wind Ensemble, putting on exciting shows for the kiddies and eating more good food.  I was trying not to drink any alcohol before my Juilliard audition, as now that I am 23, hangovers last two days, but I did buy the biggest Bloody Mary known to man, and it was garnished with a shrimp!  Can you believe it?  How decadent!

Now that I'm back in town, I only have one more thing on my list of things before I can go home for Spring Break--my masters recital.  I'm having a hard time getting excited about it right now, but I'm taking the night off from bassoon (my first night off in a looooooong time) to listen to music and write program notes.  I also bought some nail polish and two new pens!  As you can tell, there is never a dull moment in the life of Kika Wright.  I think I might put in a silly movie and think about the next time I can have a bloody mary...