Yesterday I had a girls night out with my mom. It was a bit of a packed day for me since I was babysitting Sam from 10 to 3, needed to watch the Spain-Russia game (we kicked some Russian butt 3-0, and are off to the final this Sunday!!!) from 2:30 to 4:30, and then had my last session of Tarot class from 4 to 5, before we could head out for the night.
We needed to get to Carnegie Hall before 6 so that we could get the tickets for the 8 o’clock function. So we were off, got the tickets and then went over to the Burger Joint for some well deserved scrumptious burgers and fries. My mom loved it.
Alberto is a very accomplished pianist from Spain. I met him when I lived here the first time (97-00) and lived in International House, right across from the Manhattan School of Music, and of course, my friends were mostly musicians. We have kept in touch through the years and now through the power of FB know of each other accomplishments, and in his case, debuts in one of the most famous concert halls in the world.
The music was beautiful, too much so to describe in words, you really had to be there. At one point I turned to look at my mom and all she could say was “wow!”. The pieces Alberto chose varied in origin and composer, but all had a spiritual undertone to them and were mostly master pieces which only a virtuoso can do justice to. It was truly brilliant, I was so proud. Alberto, Ole!
So you see, this was a great day for Spain. Alberto was a hit and Spain won the semifinal game, and now will be playing the final against Germany for the Euro Cup next Sunday. Can you say a charmed day? Viva la Madre Patria!