Okay, so I tried to practise today. My father very kindly cleared a space for me in the spare room and I’m trying to get back into it.
Ooh god, I am awful! Perhaps that lady was right…but hopefully, it seems to be mainly a case of my fingers aren’t strong enough. So there I am, plucking away after considerable time spent tuning (this is most common with viol players! Tuning takes forever), making not at all concordant sounds, and the dear kitty is standing at the crack of the open door. So I stop, see if he wants foodies. Not foodies. Go outside? Nope, not that either.
He wants to snuggle with me! So there goes my half hour or so of building up muscle to start properly playing, and I make the dear muse purr like mad on our beloved tiger blankies. Just like a baby, eventually he is lulled to sleep.
Here’s some pictures, been meaning to post one or two for ages, and an e-mail from my BC colleague Cat (hello!) finally made me get up and do it.
I did try to take one of the instrument being held between my legs - to show you that it’s a physical necessity, as there’s no pin like the cello, but that didn’t quite work. Can’t wait to be back in the ‘zone’ again, however long that will take! Might have to start writing my reviews at the local library so I can’t get distracted by the wonderfully constantly available…internet.
Darn! So many things to do! At least I’ve almost finished the Shakespeare book for reviewing; this instrument would have been played a lot during that time (he’s often referring to minstrels and consorts and the like…because he knows musicians are horny beasts, chortle).
