I very carefully explained that I haven't studied violin in over 14 years. While I'm good at leading afternoon singalongs (better if there's box wine involved!), I might not be your go-to girl for Shostakovitch. Despite my disclaimers, I was hired anyway. Not as a primary teacher -- more like an upbeat attendant. Like Jiminy cricket. He didn't play violin but rather did the Charleston up and down the strings, encouraging moral behavior. Or did he play? Anyway, I'll be setting up the metronome but secretly life-coaching.
I can not wait to while away my mornings writing poems that feature hard to pronounce deciduous shrubs. And later, watch the sun set over schooners. And go clamming in knickers. And buy knickers. And hike in Acadia National Park. And perhaps most of all, rediscover my love of the violin.
Tonight I recorded a video of me playing about a minute's worth of a watered down adagio version of Bach's Double Violin Concerto. (Dan makes a dancing appearance around :47.) I don't plan on continuing to practice in the kitchen by the litter box and Swiffer.
Wow that sounds like a pretty sweet gig. The Maine coast is so beautiful. May the children be as sweet as your rendition of Bach. Nice choreography Dan.
ReplyDeleteMulti-talented you people are! What does the cat do when you play your violin I wonder.
For 14 years of negligence, that vibrato sure is honed.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I feel as if there is something to be said about our summer occupations being a bit paralleled. I'm a nanny for the summer for three very intelligent young ladies and am learning much more than I anticipated. Like how much fun it is to jump on a trampoline. And how chopping up vegetables for five pounds of salsa makes your hands burn for approximately seven hours. I never knew a bowl of milk could soothe skin. Two percent, of course.
I miss you two very much.