In partial fulfillment of the requirements for the degree of Doctor of the Musical Arts
I need to fill in a few events, but I feel compelled to get an entry out for a percussion recital I attended on Monday night. If only, to give Heather Brown some hits on Google.
I’ve only been to a few recitals at The University of Cincinnati’s College Conservatory of Music, and I always walk away thinking to myself, I could never do that. I’m a behind-the-scenes kinda guy. The anxiety of performing on a stage to a silent auditorium searching for flaws would reduce me to a soaked mess of flopsweat.
I’ve known Heather for a while now, but her musical ability has always been a background facet I don’t get to see (or hear) very often. And although these recitals are more about proficiency than entertainment, my attention was rapt. Perhaps by the diversity of the pieces—held together by Asian compositions.
Unconventional stuff. Meditative to an extent. Intense and calculated with a laid-back touch, like I’d imagine a pastry chef putting the final touches to a delicate confection.