I’m sitting on an airplane flying from Bermuda to Boston. I have 4 days there–teaching some lessons, and recording and rehearsing a program of Joan Tower’s music for BMOP. From there, I head off to Miami, where Paul will meet me for a little concert tour/vacation combo. Between the 30 degrees and snowy weather in Boston, the 82 degrees and sunny temperatures in Florida, and the mix of concerts, teaching, and beach/date time, this was an interesting trip to pack for! Continue reading
Growing up in the world of classical music, my life revolved around that word: Discipline. The fact that I needed it, whether or not I had it, my peers who obviously did have it, those sad, talented kids who just didn’t have it (“what a shame!”….) Every day of my life was measured in how many hours I had managed to get myself to practice. Did I manage 3? Or an epic, I-can-totally-hang-with-the-cool-crowd 5? Or did I sit on the couch and watch bad re-runs on TV while eating countless bowls of cheerios? In high school, I was surrounded by an incredible group of like-minded, talented friends. they were fiercely loyal, but also fiercely competitive. Any practicing my lazy-ass self ever did during that time in my life was purely to keep up with them. In college, I discovered that I had cultivated a bit of street cred for my ability to get up super early (I mean, 6 am–IN COLLEGE! I deserved a medal!) and get my practicing done. But even that was a matter of pride, rather than discipline. Once people started talking about the fact that I did it, I couldn’t very well STOP doing it, right? After college I went to the New World Symphony in Miami Beach for 3 years, and discovered other reasons to practice that had nothing to do with discipline. Ex. A) wanting to stay on the same work schedule as my ÜBER disciplined boyfriend. Ex B) knowing that if I practiced BEFORE our 10am rehearsal, the Music Director (my boss) would sit and chat with me while I had my coffee outside the hall.
And so, it wasn’t until I moved back to Boston and shared my first grown-up apartment with a non-musician friend that I learned of the true nature of discipline. Continue reading
I get asked about 50 times a year by my non-musician friends and family members what an appropriate gift would be for their child’s violin/piano/clarinet teacher, so I thought I would post a few ideas. You will notice one entire category that is missing from this list, and that is: ANYTHING that has music notes, treble clefs, or any music joke on it (Like a magnetic fridge pad that says “Chopin Liszt”). As I said to one disappointed friend who had sent me a link to a website dedicated to such atrocities: You’re an accountant; would you be psyched to get a pair of cheap mini-calculator earrings? No? Well, there you have it. Just remember, when the piano teacher in your life isn’t patiently teaching kids how to find inner discipline, listen critically and build the character skills necessary to bring about world peace, they are actually perfectly normal people. And please remember, as always, it is truly the thought that counts. It’s nice to mark this mid-point of the year with a show of appreciation and as a way to reflect on accomplishments thus far. That can be in the form of a heartfelt note and a hand drawn picture from the student, or it can be a purchased gift. Below, I have compiled a list that covers a large range of price points, and of course, gift cards are always adjustable according to one’s budget. Hope it helps, and please feel free to pass it around! Continue reading
What would you do if I handed you a $100 bill?
I once had a student who started cello lessons with me when he was 5 years old, and he LOVED the cello. He loved playing the cello, he loved practicing the cello (as soon as he woke up-at 5am! Much to his parents’ dismay). But he had this weird thing he did–He only used about 3 inches of bow–ever (probably due to the fact that he was trying not to wake his parents up!). And every week he would come into his lesson, sad about his lack of tone, and I would say “Use your whole bow! Use more arm weight! Yes!!!! Just like that! Do it again! Terrific! Okay. Practice this piece like that, with big bows, and you’ll always sound like that”. And he would leave his lesson super excited about knowing exactly what to do to get that great big cello sound he was after. And then he would come in a week later, using only 3 inches of bow, and sad that he sounded so wimpy. And we would repeat the cycle. Continue reading
Ahhh November. Here in Bermuda, November is a tricky month. For instance, yesterday was 78 degrees and sunny. Today, I’m wearing jeans and a sweatshirt hoping Paul will be inspired to build a fire and bring me a cup of tea. Continue reading
Remember that little trip to Chicago I took in October? It was just last week, but it feels like it was a gazillion years ago! It was exciting, exhausting, exhilarating, and everything you would expect. Overall, my experiment of going to a city and playing as many concerts as I could for as many different groups of people as possible worked. I learned a hella lotta stuff about the whole process of sending press releases, booking concerts and venues and more importantly, I learned a lot about myself and what I need in terms of concert prep. Continue reading
Happy October! Month of fall foliage, Halloween costumes, apple picking and pumpkin spice lattes. I will have none of those things in Bermuda; here, October means hurricanes, getting the garden planted (and then losing it all to the afore-mentioned hurricanes) and finding lightweight clothing in fall colors. Bermudians love their Fall Fashion, even though it’s 85 degrees and sunny! Bless them. But don’t worry, I’ll be spending a lovely 9 days in Chicago playing concerts and working with various student groups. I’m so excited for all of that, but I’m also excited to take a few walks around Lake Michigan, oohi-ng and ahh-ing over the changing leaves, and I will probably bribe my nephews to hit-up starbucks with me once or twice a day for a PSL fix.
After an awesomely productive and enlightening September, I’m excited to move onto my next 30-Day Project. September was “Health” and if you are curious, you can read about it here and here. October is going to be…….drumroll, please….. “Career”. Specifically, my performance career. (Spoiler alert: the “Teaching” and “Youth Orchestra” aspects of my career will each have their own month). I’m looking forward to booking some more concerts for this year and next (and the next—I’m already booking concerts for the 2019-2020 season!) cleaning up and updating my website, maybe getting some new headshots done, and learning how to write and send a good press-release, amongother things. I’m looking forward to ending the month with new kinds of content and a lot more of it to choose from. Obviously I’ll be practicing a ton gearing up for my week of concerts in Chicago, and I’m curious to see how playing so many recitals in 1 week will feel. I’m starting things off with my brand new business cards that the mother of one of my students designed. Didn’t she do an incredible job?
Again, the name of the game here is to make a little bit of progress in this area each day. Make necessary investments and read whatever I can find on the subject. If you have any ideas, please send them along in the comments. And in the meantime, Enjoy a caramel apple and a cider doughnut for me, please.
I believe that summer begins on Memorial Day and ends on Labor Day, and I strongly adhere to that schedule each year. This year, however, I have realized the importance of the “transition week” in getting myself from pre-Labor Day, when my life revolves around lakes and sailboats and sleeping until 9am if I want to, to Post-Labor Day (when people actually expect me to do some work). Maybe it’s because I have had such a whirlwind summer; The America’s Cup started Memorial Day weekend, lasted 5 weeks and brought 4 sets of houseguests. In the middle of that I played a full recital with an entirely new program. Then Paul and I finished teaching and we had our three-week staycation filled with beach picnics, snorkeling, swimming, sailing and a plethora of fun social events on the island, followed by Chicago to see my family (there were definitely s’mores–YES!) A week of camp in Boston, 2 weeks of camp in Maine, and then our road-trip to Baltimore, Charleston and DC. I have spent the last 3 days at our condo in Boston basically comatose. I am ready for the new concert season to begin, and yet my brain has turned to mush. I know that I have been practicing, but the lack of routine always throws me off and makes me feel like a total slacker. But as desperate as I am to get back to that routine, if you told me the season started tomorrow, I think I would fall to the floor, curl up in the fetal position and start crying, because I’m not READY!!!
Thus, ladies and gentlemen, “The Transition Week”. Continue reading
There are two questions I am often asked by my non-musician friends and family:
The first, is a general, “So….what, exactly, do you do all day?”. When I tell them I practice, they look at me kind of funny.
But then when they see me perform, they inevitably ask the 2nd question: “How do you know where all of the notes are going to be?”. I’d love to simply refer them to the answer to my first question, but that would seem rude. I’m not offended, I swear. I get it, what I do is really strange. I spend hours alone in a room with the door shut “practicing”–whatever that means, and then I perform. Actors have their fellow cast members. They go to rehearsal, they interact. There is a clear process of learning and memorizing lines and stage direction that the common person understands. Athletes? They work either with the rest of their team, or if it is a solo sport, they at least work with a coach. They do drills, they discuss their technique, how to improve. They can measure their progress through speed and distance. But a musician? Hmm. Weird. So, here it is: A day in the life of a musician. Or at least the practice room part of it. Continue reading