Home to find the Shire bathed in sunlight and still buried in snow. Three days home and yet another winter storm howls and screams at my north windows. It’s mid-march. I don’t feel in any way inclined to take pictures of this weather. But oh my studio is warm warm. Full of echoes left from … More The Sweet Ouch
One month: Corelli to Handel to Brahms and Faure to Jensen to Patootie to sereda to Kurt Cobain via Drew Wright. In between some work re-arranging songs by JTaylor, Norah Jones, Kris Delmhorst and other specials for cello and voice. Or just cello, or just voice. And thumb piano (note to self: revive and nourish … More Lip service
Yesterday was requiem day as I worked in the studio, which seemed fitting, somehow. Every layer of grief and joy is expressed and exposed in them – the Mozart, the Brahms, the Faure, the Rutter. Outside my windows there raged a storm that tore hydro lines and uprooted trees – for a while my phone … More Saturday morning, 4am
I dig into the Brahms E minor cello this morning and find myself swimming strong in a strong river – a great deep and fast and roiling that collects and contains a watershed of stories as it carves it’s way through the land. Why, Mr. Brahms. It is good to meet you here from across … More No straight lines
The rain on our tin roof keeps me dreaming past the appointed 6 am, then 7am, and even the waking realization of this isn’t jarring. Now coffee’d and downstairs beside the fire, I gaze out the window where the cat uncurls into a stretch. It really should be snow, but the effect is the same: … More This morning’s texture
I look forward to this shift to Schedule every year – a good time to set clear intentions. Here goes 2012-2013, Part 1: 1. I will learn the Brahms by March. 2. I will learn the Faure by December, tape a performance and send it down to Guelph, for application as a Suzuki teacher up … More Through the gate, I think.