Surviving the past one day at a time
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music on May 18th, 2010
I should have known that the euphoria of the Christmas concert announcement wouldn’t last long and harsh reality soon brought me firmly back to earth. The first games lesson brought the crushing realisation that I was now, visibly, the only boy in my whole year that hadn’t reached puberty. Having a shower after the first [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music on May 17th, 2010
Well, back to school it was, complete with brand new everything as a summer growth spurt had been just enough to render my uniform, games kit and just about every other item of clothing too small. Bradleys, the exclusive outfitters for our school uniform, gleefully relieved my parents of a considerable amount of money and [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music, Romance? on Apr 17th, 2010
So here we were, the culmination and justification of a fortnight’s intense work and parental investment. Like everyone else I was on edge and suffering that combination of slight nausea and excitement that go to make up pre-concert nerves. In a disturbing transformation my girlfriend, denial of the fact was clearly pointless, suddenly turned into [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music on Apr 16th, 2010
The second Saturday differed quite remarkably from the first. While we had the morning to ourselves the afternoon was given over to a final rehearsal with the teaching and centre staff serving as audience. The Director pronounced our effort to be satisfactory which, in common parlance, meant we’d turned in an admirable performance and were [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music on Apr 15th, 2010
So let’s get back to Lodge Hill and music. With the weekend over it was back to work with a vengeance. Two hour long individual tuition sessions every day and lengthy orchestral rehearsals meant that I had little time for socialising, romantic or otherwise. Of course I had to sit with a certain girl for [...]
Posted in Girlfriend?, Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music on Apr 12th, 2010
Not being woken until seven thirty on Sunday morning was a luxury compared with my routine at home. My normal Sunday started at six thirty to give myself time to be properly spotless for my duties at eight o’clock communion. I was also expected to provide tea in bed for my parents before I left [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music, Romance? on Apr 10th, 2010
Just like a normal school week, the actual work of the summer school stopped on Friday evening and the weekend was essentially ours to waste as we saw fit. Unlike my usual Saturday though there was no lie in, the rising bell for breakfast went off at seven in the morning. At home I had [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music on Apr 9th, 2010
So my summer school had taken an unexpected turn and I now had precisely no time to myself apart from sleeping. Rehearsals happened every morning from nine thirty until lunch, after which I had to report for a viola lesson followed by a quick dash to another room for a violin lesson and then a [...]
Posted in Girlfriend?, Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music on Apr 7th, 2010
So what was that look all about? In my whole life up until that point no girl had ever looked at me in such an unsettling way. When I’d accidentally become a boyfriend there’d been no looks or signs that I could remember, it had all just sort of happened. Regular readers will know that [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music on Apr 6th, 2010
The viola tutor lived up to my expectations in just about every way and from the moment he barked “come in” to my hesitant knock to my gratefully putting my viola away an hour later he never stopped shouting and criticising. My violin teacher had a reputation for being an fearsome old witch, something I [...]
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