Music is a mystery for people who play it, write it, listen to it, and write about it. The only thing I can really do when I try to say something about music is assume.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
The Snows of Yesteryear
Michael made this drawing of me out in the snow with my viola on my back several winters ago. The snows seem to have returned. But now I find myself asking the question, "Where are the snowplows of yesteryear?"
I am active as a composer, a violist, a violinist, a recorder player, and as a teacher. I began my professional musical life as a flutist, and spent a lot of quality time as a baroque flutist, but I no longer have my baroque flute. Now my modern flute spends most of its time tucked away in a drawer, while my violin, viola, and my viola d'amore are often tucked under my chin.