To make it brief, I sat down on the weekend, sawed at the cello and music came out. The instrument has gone from nemesis and source of self-deprecating humor and frustration to source of enjoyment, I thought. I’m still not good, but now I can say I play the cello, I thought.
Then yesterday I arrived at the music school for my lesson and a flute teacher tells me, “We picked out a song for you to play with the quartet.”
“Oh, that’s nice,” I said. Then I went to the room where I have my lessons and wiped sweat from my brow. I was still wiping when my teacher arrived.
“Oh, I see the flute teacher told you…” he said.
Henry Purcell, the Fairy Queen. A piece from that arranged for recorder quartet, four grown-up beginners (?) playing recorder, me playing the bass line, and someone else playing spinett or something. They have promised me, no audience, only the musicians. But still…
