Thing 2 and I have a violin recital on Saturday. He had his group recital last week, yah yah. This one is the individual instruction recital. So I get to participate, too. Its amazing how little agony is involved in doing a public speaking/performing type thing when you're an adult. I can remember being frozen in fear at the very thought of standing in front of people doing anything at all as a kid. Now, eh. Watch if you want, I don't care.
I brought our violins to work today, because its less of a hassle to get to lessons from work if we already have them with us. During my lunch break, I took advantage of the opportunity to practice for a while in the lab, where the acoustics are fabulous for music but really appallingly bad for instruction. I sound fabulous in there, even for a super beginning player.
Before Thing 2 started violin, I did not know that fiddle bows needed to be tightened to play, and loosened when not in use. Heck, I didn't know they needed rosin, either. I have learned this. Not well though, because after my lunch time interlude, I forgot to loosen my bow. A few hours later, after school, while the Things were sitting at the spare table near my violin, innocently doing their homework, sproing! My bow just snapped.
Fortunately, it didn't take any eyes with it.
Dang. I hate when that happens. You know how much these crazy sticks are? Ugh. My instructor is bravely loaning me one of her spares for now.
She said my bow will now make an excellent tomato post. Feh.
Sigh.
I brought our violins to work today, because its less of a hassle to get to lessons from work if we already have them with us. During my lunch break, I took advantage of the opportunity to practice for a while in the lab, where the acoustics are fabulous for music but really appallingly bad for instruction. I sound fabulous in there, even for a super beginning player.
Before Thing 2 started violin, I did not know that fiddle bows needed to be tightened to play, and loosened when not in use. Heck, I didn't know they needed rosin, either. I have learned this. Not well though, because after my lunch time interlude, I forgot to loosen my bow. A few hours later, after school, while the Things were sitting at the spare table near my violin, innocently doing their homework, sproing! My bow just snapped.
Fortunately, it didn't take any eyes with it.
Dang. I hate when that happens. You know how much these crazy sticks are? Ugh. My instructor is bravely loaning me one of her spares for now.
She said my bow will now make an excellent tomato post. Feh.
Sigh.
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