Today’s special guest post is by Jo Ramadan, one of the leading accompanists in the UK.
I’m very much looking forward to two wonderful recitals today. What a pleasure to make fantastic music with such fab singers.
Despite the life of uncertainty, the hours on trains and in rickshaws, the constant worry as to the structural integrity of unknown piano stools, the fear of deeply offending the gods of good taste, the prospect of having to sight read Harawi one dark Friday morning with a contact lens missing and with an overwhelming sense of Fish and Chip/Real Cutlery shortage anxiety/terror, the ocassional regret at already being IN an orchestra pit (where do you push the conductor?), Handel Da Capo arias not sellotaped together, Handel Da Capo arias sellotaped together, Handel Da Capo Arias, singers who can’t decide between the almost identical composers Schubert and Schumann, the fact that I will never play Rach 3 unless accompanied by an orchestra and pianist on the CD I play along with, my reflection in the music stand, my right side being the second of my bad sides, the difficulty of keeping understanding pets, the ever-present danger of explaining to a doctor that my back pain was caused by volumes 1, 2 and perhaps even 3 of the complete Strauss songs and that if Peter Wishart is the cure I would happily try paracetamol instead, bring your own keyboard, the tedious people at concerts who go to be seen rather than coming to see me who is trying to be seen, the need to get good at Klanging and the avoidance of people who seek to further their career by dropping more than Klangs, critics always and for ever as they can be human bile spewers with laptops and an abundance of bitterness, old masters who tell you the metronome mark above which you are dead to them (by post), solo pianists stealing our jobs and then doing them Horrifically badly, halls that encourage this just to sell tickets (to a crime), being asked to skip the intro to Morgen in a song class, having to play the intro to Morgen as the first item in a concert, being conservative with choice of fragrance lest I should make singer/audience/myself sick/confused/aroused, eternal risk of flipping out and sitting down and launching into Tiger Rag because I am too cool for this shit, it is still the best job in the world!
The moment that first chord goes down and the singer does their magic, there is no better feeling, and if there is, I don’t want to know about it!
Happy music making, and remember, if it aint broke, dont fix it!
Love from me. x