Tuesday, February 14, 2017
taking a cue from our fearless leader
Yesterday I had an absolute disaster of a music lesson, with the teacher pulling no punches about my awful readthrough of a piece last week, then insisting I play it there in the lesson. The things he harped on - beautiful sound, excellent bow control, rich vibrato, to name a few - weren't things I'm good at. And they really weren't things I'm good at when I'm rattled and self-conscious about my playing, like when someone has just told me how bad I sound. Like yesterday. I didn't cry, but I almost did. It is a disaster when a grownup person cries (or almost does) at something as trivial as a music lesson.
at 10:54 AM