This past Wednesday, I went to my father’s recital.
It was marvelous.
I was blown away by a song called “Send in the Clowns” from A Little Night Music. It was so beautiful and heart breaking.
(here is a barbra cover if any one is interested)
It is always incredibly refreshing to see such incredible talent. Although growing up in a house with inspiring musical talent, I never learned how to play an instrument. And, even though at times I feel bitter for not learning, I am still so incredibly thankful to be from a household where my father followed his passion. Although playing a tuba is not practical, I can honestly say that my father is happiest when he is working because it is one of those things that he loves the most.
This concert gave me a sense of faith about my college career. Yes, being in art school is not practical, but at this very moment, there is nothing else I would rather be doing. And even though there is this stigma that you have to accept being homeless in the art school, being creative is what makes me who I am. Seeing raw talent like my father’s makes me believe that, with hard work and passion, I will make it through life content and satisfied. And that is a monumental realization for little ole me.
I suggest that anybody and everybody should attend a performing arts recital. It may give you a lot more than you expected.
