I enjoy getting ready for a concert. There is an expectant rush to what are usually every day occurences. Morning ablutions turn almost ritualistic, and perhaps I take a little more care with how everything comes out. I set out my clothes piece by piece, making sure all is stage ready. Putting on the black concert outfit, though it’s not a tuxedo like the men, always puts me in a different frame of mind.
I begin to look forward to the music, thinking through the pieces in my mind, thinking through the list of what I have to take, what I need for the performance, making sure all pieces of my concert dress are just right, and that I am fully prepared. I might warm up at home, or arrive early to the concert venue to play a bit and get limber. For the concert today, we have a morning rehearsal before the afternoon concert, so I have to think about pacing myself too, so that I can be at peak condition at the performance and not before.
Getting ready for a concert also reminds me of the many other times I have done this in my life. It becomes another pearl on the string, bringing a continuity to this re-energizing of my music making, tying me to my younger self. It doesn’t seem to matter what kind of concert it is, it is still a pre-battle readying.
The concert will be enjoyable to play, but the anticipation of the prep makes it something special.