Tuesday night I was fizzing with frustration. I was well prepared for the Ecole de Musique’s end of term concert, but then – comme d’habitude- my performance was ruined by nerves.
As soon as I had finished the Allemande from the first Cello Suite of Bach, I wanted to play it again – properly.
I am enjoying my lessons with the cello prof, Anne, and she is painstakingly working on all the ‘mauvaises habitudes’ I have picked up as a largely self taught player. I have actually felt the improvement in my playing.Still very much a low level amateur, but better than a year ago. It helps that my shoulder has also been less painful, allowing my bow arm to move better.
In the morning I played for Anne and she was pleased with many of the nuances and phrasing I had achieved. Then come the actual performance in the evening, and unfortunately I was first on stage and had not properly psyched myself up. Also, the spike holder slid slightly on the floor and I was playing in an awkward position. Too late to adjust this once I had started.
Soooo annoying. All those little details I had worked on were forgotten, intonation was not as good as it should have been and I stumbled on one or two of the passages that were a bit more tricky. Pah!
I’m relieved I was not the only one: the violinist, Elisabeth, with whom I will be playing a trio next term, had to stop twice because either she or the pianist lost the place.
This was a concert for the adult students and the general level was not bad. It ended with some lively singing by a chorale class of 20 pupils. I love the singing teacher, Sabine, who teaches and conducts using her whole body with energetic enthusiasm, as you can see from this last song in the audition.