March 7, 2007 § 1 Comment
I know lots and nothing about it. An intermediate beginner is what I am. Lots of familiarity. Lots of vicarious expertise. But little experience of my own in spite of having played the violin for at least as long as I was married the first time. He gets frustrated with me. That I can’t make immediate sense of “3rd finger 5th fret 2nd string”or when I cannot repeat the rolls he shows me just listening to them. Me too. But that’s where the beginner comes in.
And the for having listened all my life not really ever having heard.
The camelias are blooming a nice refrain after having plucked and tossed the many once frozen now rotten lemons. The days are spring like and the urge to make haste into the garden is terrific, but we resist. It may yet freeze or flood again. Instead we brave the plants laid waste. Meanwhile I’m getting it, perhaps I did after all learn some things: the inevitability of scales and other exercises; learning new and refreshing old repertoire; sight reading and looking ahead; becoming more familiar and–llike any good love affair–after the first blush, the ups and downs of making way.