Thursday. Molly came over today to practice the Crusell with Roderick. That went well. When they finished she did a little impromptu recital of Bach’s Toccata in F-Sharp Minor (BWV 910). It sounds so much better on a modern piano than on a harpsichord. Purists insist on using clunky old harpsichords that sound like shit because Bach didn’t have a modern piano. You know -- “muh authenticity.” Well, nobody cares about your authenticity. Just play the damn music and make it sound good.
She played the Fugue really fast. It was mesmerizing, really, watching her long fingers fly. She didn’t miss a note. When she finished I jumped in her lap. That was fun. Molly thinks cats are icky, and she acts really awkward when I do that. Like, she has to stifle the impulse to shriek because Roderick will laugh and call her a wuss.
All for now.
