I have returned from an inspiring weekend in Manchester. Lots of workshops, recitals and masterclasses all about String instruments. This was how I appeared in the Strings Weekend Programme today:
No, no, no… I do not play the viola!
I didn’t play my best – mustn’t dwell on the irreversible past – but I really enjoyed performing and hearing the teacher’s advice. Seriously blown away by his playing… He did a recording of the concerto a few years ago – a bad sign for me!
Sometimes when he was demonstrating I didn’t really know where to look because his face was so immersed into the music. It almost scared me, in a good way of course.
Other lovely things:
- I met up with old friends.
- I had a look around the showcase of bowed stringed instruments (of contemporary makers) and tried a few of them.
- I had another amazing violin lesson with another teacher.
- I took a risk which I slightly regret doing: I borrowed a brand new amazing expensive bow to play with in the masterclass which increased my anxiety even more! I blame that for making me play bad.
This was the horrible moment when I realised that all the words I was instructed to find had to include the letter: T. It was upsetting having to cross out about 50% of the words I had found.
(Don’t look the the bottom right corner – I know I am awful at these.)
This Thursday we’re going to Manchester again but with my whole year group. It’s for a specific Open Day. I wonder what is planned for then? I love the atmosphere at the Royal Northern College of Music.
Another week of school tomorrow with a truck load of rehearsals.
I only realised it was Mothers’ Day at around 2pm today. Happy Mothers’ Day! Even my mother forgot about it…