The Tragic Tale of the Nine-Fingered Pianist
I was attacked by a shark last Friday.
It looked remarkably like a bread knife.
And it had been such a nice day until that point, too.
See, I got out of bed áfter seven A.M. for the first time in two weeks, plus I'd had a lot of coffee, and Liszt was finally agreeing with me.
At around 14:30, however, I decided I could do with some lunch.
Cue the "Jaws" soundtrack.
I'll spare you the gruesome details. It amounted to a rather excessive amount of paper to staunch the bleeding, followed by bandages, strips of gauze, band-aids, steri-strips, iodine and a few slightly over-the-top panic attacks. I thank my lucky stars that my better half has decided it's a good idea to keep a well-stocked first aid kit in the house.
And now for the interesting part.
Will it have healed enough for me to play a concert next week...?
Honestly, I think I might be able to practice on it again by Wednesday, which should give me just enough time to finish everything in a satisfactory manner, provided I use all my mental practicing tricks in the meantime.
I have decided, however, that if I don't feel comfortable, I might throw some of the harder pieces out of the window and opt to play some extra Lyric Pieces instead.
So: great news! The concert's still on!
For those of you who've forgotten:
Sunday the 7th of February, at 16:00, in the Regentenkamer in The Hague!