The Brass Bell and the Echoes of Memory
In a sunshine afternoon, we come to see our senior friends as usual. We see some new faces with smile, they would love us to come see them, the same to us. Before we start our live concert in the activity room, we always chat with them, like "have you read over that opera book ", "How do you like your breakfast this morning", we also share our recently activity with them, "I went to theater last Saturday with my dad". But the favorite thing we like to share with them are talking about our instrument and how we rehearsal for today's performance. I took out my French Horn, it glowed like a coiled sunrise in my hand, its golden curves a bridge between centuries……
Jazz Band
Chamber music live concert
French Horn: Evan Zhao - Band Conductor, organizer
Trumpet: Tanner Hoit
Clarinet： Jerry Zhen
Flute: Cadee Niu
Harmony in Golden Hours
The senior's activity lounge was bathed in buttery afternoon light, after our live concert music flew, the air mixed lights that turns motes into glitter and wrinkles into a map of well-traveled life. My French Horn still has rest of temperature, its bell still warm from the last note, we just finished our small chamber music piece: What I like about you. It sounds how young of the voice melody, it bring them into a memory……
The same melody, The fresh joy
I found the piece Moonlight Serenade when we come back last time. It has beautifully French Horn solo for this piece concert, after a few days practice, I think I can probably handle it with my Horn. So, I play it during our chamber live concert this time. This is definitely giving her a big surprise !
Horn and Human communication, Horn is the magic instructment to communicate with people. A music anthropology Ph.D candidate explored the study about horn communicate with people.
A Shinning Afternoon of Horn and Heart
It is a great afternoon that sunlight likely turns everything it touched into honey, thick, golden and slow. Our Jazz band had piled into senior's activity room, instruments in tow, we tuned and lined up to provide live concert to our senior friends whose faces held life times of stories. I clutched my French horn, its coiled shining brass was warmed in my palms, as I scanned around. Afternoon sunbeams drifted through lace curtains, dust motes dancing in the glow, and the air hummed with the soft chatter of wheelchairs squeaking, teacups clinking and the rustle of shawls being adjusted. I was there to play Franz Strauss's Concert piece for Horn and Orchestra, Op.8, this is a beautiful solo that I had already practiced for months, its tricky runs notes and lyrical phrases that I have familiar as my own heartbeat……
When Music Wove Generations
We come to our senior friends’ activity room in the afternoon sun spilled like a liquid wave through the windows, filling the room in warmth. We filed in with instruments in hands. We have impressive chat with our senior friends about their recently life news since we left last time. Our laughter mingled with the soft and warmly hugs, this is a good part before our performance.
We lined up for our chamber jazz showing, I cradled my French Horn, its brass gleaming in the light, while others tuned trumpet, clarinets, violins, piano moved to the right position. When the first notes rose, the clarinet's ripple, the piano heartbeats out the melody, and my horn mellow sigh among the flow of solo, the air around all of us shifted. Music became a bridge, familiar faces full of smiling, leaned forward, their eyes bright with fingers tapping along with our instruments……
Dr. Brenda Luchsinger - a Ph.D of Horn theroy and the horn musican, explored horn in music element and impressive into memory.