Tempus holdit: Music, magic and youth
I recently remembered a magic spell I once knew. Here’s how it happened:
A few months ago, I had my metaphorical butt kicked by a twelve-year-old. Part of my lifelong musical journey is that I have been studying classical guitar for the past five years. My teacher is kind enough to hold “salons” for her students several times per year, at which we can perform solo pieces for each other — mostly adults. Many self-conscious jokes are cracked before performances (mostly by me), many excuses are made from the stage (mostly by me) and many right hands shake nervously over the strings (mine, especially), derailing passages that sounded so great just the day before in everyone’s practice rooms. [Read more →]