I practised tonight, despite the heat and my grumpiness.
I’m getting a bit nervous. I’m meant to be playing with a small ensemble type thing next week – part of ELLSO (East London Late Starters Orchestra). They’ve decided I’m a stage above an absolute beginner, which is probably true, but I’m not feeling very above anything these days.
The new bowing idea is going well, I think I’m getting right idea. Everything feels freer. I’m still whacking other strings all over the place though, as I figure out this being freer idea. Two out of three times I’m pinging my A string at the beginning of a note on my D string. It’s frustrating. I’m not concentrating on where my bow is as much as I think, as I am about nine million other things.
I probably shouldn’t have, still sorting out my bowing and all, but I took a stab at the slurring exercises in my book. I’m so impatient to play something, anything, that resembles ‘real music’.
I itch to bring out my flute again. Must. Resist.
