Category Memory

And All the Boys Sing Mahler Eight

While in Wichita last week, I mentioned my interest in digging up more information on the boys choir in which I participated when I was about ten years old to my mother.  So on Christmas morning we took a few minutes to go hunting through our family ephemera for whatever we could find.  Though we […]

Picking up Where I Left Off

The week away did not seem to have much of an impact on my playing.  Most surprisingly, I seem to have been able to return to my newest piece, a Bourree by Handel, right where I left off.  My brain seems to have kept it in place, which was not what I expected at all, […]

When Wrong Sounds Right

To begin each lesson, Teacher asks me to play some song from some ways back, relatively speaking, in my repertoire.  I have them all memorized, of course (it’s the Suzuki Way), and I do play them all through at least once every time I practice.  When I’m practicing, I start with Twinkle Twinkle and work […]

Junior High School

I woke up with a flash of memory.  Since beginning this blog, I have been unable to remember whether I made it out of elementary school with my violin – I know I played in the fourth through sixth grades, but I’ve been unable to recall if I kept playing in junior high.  The thing […]

Dancing to Remember

When I was younger I used to go out dancing a lot, but it’s been a long time.  In the past five years I’ve probably been twice.  I do still enjoy dancing; it’s just that it generally happens out in the world when I’d rather be sleeping.  Last night I went to a friend’s 60th […]

Tuning

My mother told me about an old friend the other day. He’s an orchestra teacher at a suburban school in Kansas, and during his hour-long orchestra classes he spends the first fifteen minutes tuning instruments.  I can only imagine how tedious and what an assault on the ears that must be.  As I’ve just been […]

Fat Cats and Fourth Finger

Yesterday’s lesson was jam-packed.  As I’ve mentioned, I’m getting a new song every week – Suzuki songs are sequenced to be skill-building, and this week’s is not only the longest to date, but it also brings in fourth (my pinkie) finger.  I still find it quite strange how little I remember from my three years […]