"Traveler" opens very dramatically, with loud brass fanfares and frantic woodwind flourishes. That's exactly how my travels began - frantically. From packing what I thought I needed to getting rid of things I couldn't fit, it was a fight to the finish, so to speak. It was all fueled by excitement, though, as is the opening to Maslanka's piece. Once everything was packed and ready to go, Andy and I got on the road and began our 33 hour journey across the country.
The next part of the piece, to my ears, is very exclamatory in the way it paints the mental picture, and this takes me back to driving across Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and the desserts of eastern California, taking in the beauty (and often times the harshness) of the country we live in. As a side, I think everyone should drive across the country - it puts into perspective the place you live and makes you feel very small. Before the recapitulation of the opening theme, "Traveler" becomes very frantic and panicked, and this is how I felt when we finally got to Los Angeles. There was so much to do, including getting situated in my new place, hunting down a rental deposit on an apartment that fell through (which is a battle I'm still fighting), and preparing for my new career as a graduate student.
Things slowly began to calm down, as they do in "Traveler", and the first half of the piece ends with ruckus percussion and affects in the winds, followed by the very slow, sad, and reminiscent second half. This runs exactly parallel with my dropping Andy off at the airport to go back home. Up until that point we had done everything together, and the drive back to my apartment from the airport was the saddest thing I'd ever done. For the first time in my life I felt completely alone. The thing I was so excited about and had worked so hard to achieve, at that moment, appeared to be the last thing I wanted.
That feeling was the overriding dynamic of the first part of the semester here. In the placement auditions I did well, and was assigned principal in "The Rite of Spring", as well as being placed in the top woodwind quintet. I was told that I should audition for an opening in the pre-professional orchestra here (AYS), did it, and won a spot. Connections were made and I have had the opportunity to gig across the city of Los Angeles, and southern California. I even began to slowly meet people, make friends, and be more social. The members of the bassoon studio here are great, and that helped a bunch, too. It's without a doubt that coming here was a great idea, but it's interesting how the journey to a place really does affect an outcome - an end being justified by the means. When I completed my jury yesterday and read the comments, followed by the "A" grade I earned, it was sort of a melancholic feeling of completion. I'm so grateful for everything I've been blessed with, but like "Traveler", everything big and exciting has led to a somber, reminiscent ending. I'm looking forward to my future success and challenges, but I am most excited to go back to Memphis and re-live quiet comfort for a few weeks. Take some time today and listen to Maslanka's "Traveler" and think about how it applies to a large event in your life.
I love poetry, haikus specifically, and this one is a good one for today:
Stories always tell
of the one who wanders, then
returns home, like me.