Time is music planets make: It’s Only A Matter of Time Before I’m Schumann

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In 1992 I took bal­let at a lit­tle stu­dio in Mary­land, and at the end of the year we had a recital. Near­ly every­one who was born in the 1980s expe­ri­enced this first-hand at least once in their lives so you’d think that 30 years lat­er track­ing down some­thing like the name of one of the pieces of music used wouldn’t be absolute­ly freak­ing impos­si­ble. After all, it’s the inter­net age — you can find any­thing online. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve suc­cess­ful­ly tracked some­one down from some pre­his­toric part of my life to ask them some­thing ran­dom, I have actu­al­ly gath­ered quite a pletho­ra of ran­dom infor­ma­tion this way, it’s kind of awe­some. Well, I have met my match.

This fun lit­tle obses­sion goes back to 1992. I was 9 years old, but I will nev­er for­get the music that one of the advanced mod­ern class­es per­formed to in the recital that I was also in. Our music was Tchaikovsky’s Waltz of the Flow­ers, from The Nut­crack­er. I remem­ber the chore­og­ra­phy, I remem­ber that Jen­ny Bun­ty, Kathy Delauney, Meri Price and Jes­si­ca Stakarows­ki were in it with me. I remem­ber the white satin dress­es with white tulle skirts and an off-the-shoul­der fringe (that wasn’t actu­al­ly sup­posed to be “off-the-shoul­der” but I didn’t let that stop me from repeat­ed­ly pulling the fringe off of my shoul­ders through­out the piece so my cos­tume would look like a “real bal­le­ri­na” (I was 9, once again, just remind­ing you). I remem­ber the weird plot of this pseu­do clas­si­cal sto­ry that we were telling,

the flow­ers, then the rain, then fire, then the fire cap­tures one remain­ing flower and is about to burn it to ash­es (it’s a pas de trois to music from Tchaikovsky’s Romeo & Juli­et) when a mag­i­cal storm hits and saves the day, blow­ing out the fire, water­ing the world and restor­ing life to the arid world. Or some­thing like that… it was nev­er actu­al­ly explained to me. But after decades of delib­er­a­tion, I have set­tled into this sto­ry.

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