New York - Day 4: The 1st Class

Just when you thought this was gonna be all about classical music. Silly me. While, I'm on this artsy fartsy introspective revelation, Dave always manages to remind me that there is no place like home:

car LOCO 69: why you up so early
car LOCO 69: studying?
Divadjj: dude
Divadjj: drank too much yesterday
Divadjj: dehydrated
Divadjj: had to scrounge for quarters
Divadjj: to get a drink

On another note, the first girl to play today in Carnegie Hall was a Chinese chick who only spoke German, forcing Barenboim to conduct (in front of hundreds of people, who assumedly, were not fluent in German) his entire class in German. That's impressive and all, and if I knew a little bit more than common catch phrases like Deutsch and Shiesse (or however you spell it), then I'm sure I would have been inspired.....but I don't, and it sucked. Equally humorous were the many Asian people around me who still continued to dutifully take notes, though I'm not quite sure what kind of notes they were, or whether they finally understood what it is like for us to be in Chinatown.

When Barenboim was asked today if he had any secrets or technique-tools he used to tackle the most difficult Beetehoven sonatas, he replied, "reputation."