You are in Amsterdam, Concertgebouw.
The orchestra, the violin soloist on stage. Full hall.
An extravagant looking chap with straight long hair attached in a pony tail, eagle nose… dressed up in style of some bygone epoch. The epoch when it was very common for violinists to write music.
He is playing Tartini violin concerto and now, you feel he is obviously in the flaw… for he is improvising pages after pages a cadenza for the concerto which frankly is ways too long… But your enjoying it nonetheless as it rivals Tartini himself. In fact, it is even better.
And you never heard this cadenza before… And you never will. As it wasn’t recorded or notated. Done and gone.
After the concert you see me asking,
“Sergey, that cadenza… Does it exist in some shape or form?”
Oh. I felt my heart snapped. What a waste! No notation. No record of any kind.
Perhaps the best way to experience life is live? Or miss it?
In 2014 when this model was thrown out from my mind on paper free-hand I felt… in the flow.
It still exists on paper.
But every now and then, you would see me throwing f-holes and scrolls like those cadenzas… no record of any kind. Just creating, free hand, directly on the wood.
You are free to create, you just have to dare.