Every day, I have been glowing with fulfillment. I feel like this orchestra and this week has been the reason I play violin at all - blood, sweat and tears, for this. I've never liked solos, and I've outgrown the local music ensembles which have been deteriorating for years anyway.
It's not over yet - I've a week early next year with the delightful(??) Mahler symphony no. 5, who I hear will rip both my arms off and hit me over the head with them. And, tune? What tune? It will probably kill me.
|I am somewhere in this picture.|
A recording of Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker