AC Fever

This past weekend I went to Boston to host the chamber music concerts over at the Boston Youth Symphony Orchestras.  I flew in on Thursday evening, a few days in advance of Sunday’s Marathon concert day, but by Friday night, I was sick as a dog!  Knocked down with a fever and couldn’t even keep a couple of aspirin down.  I spent most of Saturday in bed, and spent Sunday coasting on adrenaline and ginger ale.  With the help of my amazing colleagues and cheered up by some seriously fine playing by all of my students, I made it through the (12-hour!) day.

But that’s not really the fever I wanted to talk about.  When I returned to Bermuda yesterday the marinas were already filling up with gorgeous, sleek J-Class boats, majestic Tall ships and sexy Superyachts.   The count down to the 2017 America’s Cup is now in the single digits and the energy around town is infectious.  Continue reading

What I do All Day

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 my 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

The Flight to Bermuda

When people ask me where I live, I’m not quite sure what to tell them.  You see, after 5 years (one married) of doing the Boston-Bermuda long-distance tango with my boyfriend/husband, Paul, I decided to give up one of my jobs (the teaching position at an amazing school that required me to be in town M-F every week), and move to Bermuda.  Except that I didn’t, really.  Not exactly.  Continue reading