Surviving the past one day at a time
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music on Apr 5th, 2010
Being woken by what sounded like a fire alarm was not a good start to my first day. Used to being gently shaken by the shoulder and hearing Mum’s voice telling me it was time time get up, I didn’t appreciate the racket going on in the corridor. Judging by the grumbles from the other [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music on Apr 1st, 2010
The induction session seemed to consist mostly of us being read a long list of rules about what we couldn’t do, a great many things, and what we could do, hardly any things at all. Dire punishments were promised for any boy found in the girls dormitory wing after lights out, or vice versa, but [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music on Mar 31st, 2010
Urgh! I definitely need to remind myself of some of the positive things about me, wallowing around in the plentiful bad times is not healthy. In the spirit of positive thinking perhaps another of the musical adventures from my 14th year might cheer things up a bit. With the approach of summer holidays I was [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music on Mar 11th, 2010
My violin teacher obviously had a profound effect on my young life and I think perhaps she deserves a proper introduction. Miss Heard had a reputation of being a fearsome old dragon and her pupils were scared of her. When I announced that I wanted to learn violin my big sister warned me what Miss [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music on Mar 10th, 2010
That evening after I’d finished my prep and done my practice sessions on violin and viola I took my new acquisition downstairs to meet the family and to treat a very appreciative audience to an impromptu recital. If you can’t play the violin then picking up a Stradivarius won’t suddenly turn you into a virtuoso [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music on Mar 9th, 2010
When I got home that evening Dad, who was on night duty that week, was up and so I had both parents in the same place at the same time and made my pitch. I’d been rehearsing my arguments all the way home on the school bus, how it was my money and how this [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music on Mar 4th, 2010
A lot happened in my musical life in 1967 which probably explains why being 14 was such a good time for me. Nothing was allowed to get in my way when I was focused on music. When I started learning the violin the school provided me with an instrument and the County paid for my [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music on Mar 3rd, 2010
On the Friday before the recital my music Mistress was remarkably tolerant of being harassed by a fretful 14 year old who was convinced that she’d forget or something like that, assured me that everything would be fine and begged me to please stop worrying. Many of you will be aware that as a youngster [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music on Mar 2nd, 2010
Not long after my Cathedral adventure I was practicing in the village church one afternoon and noticed a distinct hissing but decided that it wouldn’t interfere with my work. Naturally after I’d finished I went to the organist’s house and reported the matter and then got asked to report it to the Rector himself. A [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music on Mar 1st, 2010
After I’d stumbled my way to the end of a piece that I shouldn’t even have attempted the organist very gently and kindly suggested that perhaps I should learn to walk before trying to run. All my life I’d been prone to blushing very easily and I could feel heat on my neck and face [...]
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