A confession of sortsTomorrow, it's the final concert of the year for the MIT Symphony orchestra. And the last concert with Dante conducting.
I really want to go to the concert, I want to talk to Dante. I want to tell him how wonderful it was to have him leading the orchestra, with his gentle jokes, his perceptive conducting, his random exclamations in Italian. I want to talk to him, but I am actually a little ashamed.
I joined MITSO as a freshman. He was on leave from conducting the orchestra at that time but came back for my sophomore year. At my re-audition, he told me he liked my strong playing and wanted me to play principle Second. I had played fairly well for me at the audition-- also he hadn't asked me to sight read. The next concert he moved me back, and further back, and further back. I'm really not suited to be orchestra player, to be honest. My sight reading is horrendous and so is my rhythm. I like playing in small groups the best but have never made the cut for the chamber music society. So... yeah. I feel like I was a total disappointment to him. I joined the Chamber Orchestra under him the next year, hoping that it would be a better place for me because it was smaller and played more Baroque pieces. Somehow, it didn't work out either. It was a horribly busy semester and I didn't get to devote much time to it. I could feel Dante eyeing me at every sour note. I feel like I disappointed him again. I didn't rejoin the orchestra for senior year, and now I wonder at how I ever managed to get everything done before, while going to practices and practicing on my own.
He was a wonderful conductor though. Playing under him was so natural-- he was so easy to follow. He loved MIT students, he said he loved our sincereness and our shyness. If I wrote him an e-mail telling him how much I appreciate him, how much the orchestra will miss him, and how I don't think we could ever find a conductor who understands and works with us as well as he does... I think he'd prefer that less than if I had just practiced more and played better.
I'll probably go to the concert tomorrow for him, enjoying the wonderful music, and sitting hidden somewhere near the back.