“Beethoven can write music, thank God, but he can do nothing else on earth.”
- Ludwig van Beethoven
It’s not as though all I do is struggle with my new hard drive, dust off my note-taking skills, and try to cough up the odd new story, although there’s been plenty of that in recent weeks. It’s been a musically gratifying month in many ways, too.
Having recently crossed the great divide between half-centuries, I was treated (and I mean TREATED) to a performance to celebrate the occasion given by the Resident Teenager, who, along with six of his theatre buddies, put on a stellar concert of Stephen Sondheim tunes. When I think of all the work that went into it – three months of preparation including programming, rehearsing, coaching, and all the details that go into generating such a performance, I’m gobsmacked. Turning fifty is highly under-rated.
I’ve been rehearsing string quartets with some friends/colleagues in preparation for a concert at the end of the month. What Dear Reader needs to know is how immensely gratifying it is to cut loose on a few great string quartets – ask any string player; it’s like a vacation in the mountains. We’ve been rehearsing Beethoven Opus 18 No. 5 and Haydn’s “Keiser” Quartet, both of them lovely pieces. Anyone in the neighbourhood on March 30 at 7:00 can join the fun at The Music Room in Halifax.
Finally, a recent Baroque concert, which was refreshing to play and a thrill. I hope the audience thought so, too.
(I can’t end this post without mentioning this book. Excellent.)