Thursday, March 13, 2008
We've been playing together for eight or nine months, and we'd gotten so used to having to patiently work our way through each new piece many, many times before ever getting any sense of how it was supposed to sound, much less being able to play it together. I'm always reminded of the confusion and chaos described by John Holt in his book "Never Too Late" when he joined a new quartet and had to sight-read his way through several new pieces that the others had been working on for some time. I'm not very good at sight reading, and immediately stumble at the first tricky rhythm or unusual fingering; then I lose my place and have to fake my way through the rest. I prefer to take the new pieces home and work through these parts several times before I can be comfortable playing them in any group setting.
This was the first time that we were able to play something new so well together right away. It felt great! I actually felt like I was finally a cellist...
Whenever I ave them, though, they're usually followed buy a crashing failure during the next piece! Hubris, I suppose. Not that I crow about the in-the-grooveness; I think life just wants to remind me that the peaks can only really be appreciated by contrasting them with the lows...
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