I’ve just sorted through all the new music we got last week at orchestra, and here’s what we’ll be playing in the fall concert:
Symphony no. 104 (“London”) – Haydn
Iphegenia in Aulis ouverture – Christoph Gluck
Divertimento in C major KV 157 – Mozart
Adagio for Clarinet and Strings – Wagner
There’s something else to come, too.
The projected date for that concert is November 22. Mark you calendars now, but in pencil, just in case. When that date has been confirmed I’ll tell you.
I cannot find my CD of William Boyce symphonies anywhere, and it is making me very cranky because that’s what I want to listen to this morning, damn it. I have to settle for Percy Grainger piano stuff instead. Which is nice to rediscover and all, but he’s not William Boyce.
The weekend ranged from really quite nice to argh and back again.
1. Lovely weather. Everyone’s health seemed to improve somewhat, at least during daylight hours. Thumbs up.
2. Saturday morning: We found HRH a new fall jacket, I picked up some heel liners for my red shoes, and then we headed out to Longueuil to pick up my cello. And oh joy, it sounds bee-you-ti-full. My cello has always been easy to play (in the getting-sound-out-of-it sense, not the oversized-body-thick-neck-argh sense), but now it’s even easier! I always forget how strings deteriorate in sound quality over time, and the awful warp on the bridge certainly wasn’t helping. I, like an absent-minded sick person, wore a long straight denim skirt and a black sweater along with my red shoes. Lovely for a day out in fall; not so conducive to cello-playing. No matter; I sat with both knees together and to the left, and played the cello side-saddle to hear how it sounded. The ten year old girl there renting her first violin gave me a surprised look. Anyway, lovely, lovely sound: I love the feel of the strings, the new scoop on the fingerboard makes thumb position easy to play (I never thought I’d say that, ever) and the bridge is just beautiful and looks so much sturdier than my last one from my now-ex-luthier. They reshaped the pegs, too. “Really?” I said. “They were fine — never stuck, never slipped.” “You’d have noticed sooner or later,” the assistant luthier said darkly. “They were decidedly… oval.” And then he asked shyly about the mystery cello, which is still tucked away along a wall of the workroom, so I obliged him by telling him the Secret Origin story. The luthier flew in from dealing with three people in the other room long enough to make sure I was thrilled with the tune-up and then apologised for not getting to the quote on the mystery cello; he said things were very busy. I assured him that of course it was busy, it was the beginning of the school year as well as the concert season, and not to stress about it. It’s going to take a while to restore anyway; a few weeks aren’t going to make much difference in the long run. It’s also not like the mystery cello is my main instrument, and I’ve lived fifteenish years of my cello-playing life without it. Of course I’m excited about it, but there’s no rush.
I forgot to buy rosin again. Again. I give up.
I didn’t bring my bow with me to test the new setup so they lent me one, and it’s a good thing I didn’t play with it for more then five minutes because I was falling in love with it. Perfect weight, nice balance, good springiness; more responsive than the one I currently use, which has been my favourite up till now. The assistant helpfully looked it up for me: pernambuco of Chinese make, four hundred dollars. If it had been three hundred I’d have bought it on the spot. But still, it’s a decent price for a pernambuco bow with those fittings and that kind of response. I keep telling myself there’s no point in buying a new bow now if I’m going to be playing a different cello in a few months. But I want it.
3. I finished Anathem last night, a brilliant philosophical story that reminded me a lot of the discussions we used to have after classes at the Liberal Arts College. And on Saturday I read the entirety of Mr. Darcy Presents His Bride, a book I obtained for review through MiniBookExpo. Best Austen sequel I’ve ever read.
4. HRH took down the awning on the back deck and removed the air conditioner from the kitchen window, replacing the regular windows instead. Suddenly there is a lot more light in the kitchen. He also moved the heater from the wall that backs onto the neighbours’ place (a inside wall, which makes no sense) to the half-wall in the kitchen that backs onto the living room, i.e., in the middle of the house (which makes a heck of a lot more sense). This involved buying electrical cord and a junction box, turning the electricity off, installing said junction box, feeding new cord around the kitchen, wiring it all in, turning everything back on to make sure it worked, then swapping baseboards to hide the old installation spot. Those of you who know HRH’s track record with electricity will be immensely gratified to hear that he did not experience a single shock. We’re going to look at doing the two similarly stupidly-placed heaters in the living room next, moving one to under the window (you know, where it’s actually needed) and removing the other entirely, which would enable us to put furniture along the walls. (What a concept!)
5. Saturday night I zoned out and forgot my on-line writing date with Ceri. I can’t even use falling asleep as an excuse.
6. Thanks to a timely question from Ceri on Friday, I realised that I’d written the harvest picnic down on the wrong day on the calendar. It was Sunday, not Saturday, and thus we had to cancel our appearance as it was in fact taking place concurrent with my mother in law’s birthday celebration. Grr.
7. We had the neighbours down for breakfast with us on Sunday. The waffles were so good we sent HRH back to the kitchen to make a second batch. Could have sat and zoned in the sunny living room all day, except we all had things to do.
8. I dug my first ever potatoes from the back garden on Saturday. They are so very adorable, ranging from the size of my thumb to the size of a Real Potato. We have enough for one meal. Note to self: next year, plant lots more potatoes. Although to be fair, this was a single potato that had sprouted in the darkness of the back cold closet that I chopped up and buried to see what would happen. Next year I’ll plant them seriously, at an earlier date and at a proper depth.
9. Lovely, lovely late afternoon visit with my in-laws on Sunday. I had a cappuccino as soon as I got there (thus averting the grumpy ‘no I can’t have after-dinner coffee with everyone else’ thing I always go through) and enjoyed it very much, along with the creamy Brie and crackers with rather fortified port wine jelly my mother in law set out for us all to nibble (last year’s jelly; it has aged, apparently). We had my father in law’s spectacular ribs for dinner and a light hazelnut cake for dessert. It was just so nice to sit down in the sun and watch the boy playing with Grandma. No energy, remember?
10. Laundry. Lots of laundry. Our clothesline snapped a few weeks ago and we keep forgetting to replace it, alas.
11. The cello still sounds lovely. It sounded much nicer at the lutherie, of course, because of the surroundings and because I wasn’t afraid to actually make noise. Pizzicato sounds terrific; nice sustain. I’m looking forward to playing it at orchestra on Wednesday.
12. Everyone else is getting somewhat better health-wise except me. Well, nights and mornings aren’t good for anyone, but I’m bad all the time. Everyone else is sleeping. Gnarr.
Right; my freelance assignment finally came through, so off I got to work.
PS: I have an iBook to play with for a week or so. Muah-hah-hah.
Yay! Daniel Levitin has a new book out, this one called The World In Six Songs: How the Musical Brain Created Human Nature. I loved This Is Your Brain On Music, so I’m going to pick this one up ASAP. Because, you know, I don’t have enough books on the To Read pile. (Two-thirds of the way through Anathem, still loving it, regretting that there are only 300 pages left; sigh. Also, I have a review book I’m supposed to read and, well, review, except I am so not in the mood for something set in the Regency period right now.)
Last night’s first rehearsal of the season was great. It felt really good to be back playing in concert with everyone. Our first guest conductor is in fact someone who we tested fiveish years ago when our original conductor passed away. I didn’t remember his name or his technique at all until about halfway through this rehearsal. He worked on having us express the music cleanly and with emotion, already set bowings for us prior to the rehearsal, and used examples and terminology to shape our interpretation. One night isn’t enough to fully evaluate someone’s technique, of course; we’ll be working with him properly for a couple of months to see how we suit. My borrowed cello was solid and serviceable but I’m glad I don’t play it on a regular basis. It was somewhat stiff, and the action was very high; thumb position would have killed me. I can see why C. upgraded to her current instrument, and again I’m reminded of how easy my cello is to play (oversize notwithstanding).
When I left for rehearsal I thought, Hmm, what do I need to bring? Oh, I should take my bow. A bow is a very personal thing, you see. So I grabbed that and off I went… leaving behind my (empty) music folder, my tuner, my pencils, my cleaning cloth, and my rosin. All these things are usually in my cello case, which is currently at the luthier with my cello, and since I don’t carry them separately it didn’t occur to me that I might need to collect them as well. At least I brought a bag with me so I could carry the music home, there was a pencil in my purse, and our section leader lent me her rosin (Liebenzeller Gold, wow; wish I’d had my own cello so I could have evaluated it better) and tuner.
Of course, although she’d heard about the new mystery cello and asked after it (hurrah for the tiny musical community who shares links to exciting blog posts about a fellow musician’s good fortune!) I forgot to ask her about lessons. Argh. I will write myself a note and stick it on the front of my music folder for next week.
In other news, I am not adverse to the government sending me random cheques based on my tax return, especially when they are nice chunks of money, but I do get suspicious and start looking over my shoulder when things have been going so nicely for a few months. I keep expecting a piano to fall. (Although if it’s an apartment sized piano, I will catch it and bring it home and install it in our living room for the boy and I to mess about with.)
New words today: 2,003
Total word count, Orchestrated: 9,393
Hello, pages and words. I love you.
Two new scenes, and my two protagonists have met and shared info and are now friends. Good. I may even have given a decent sense of who the new character is.
And speaking of orchestra, it’s the first rehearsal of the 2008-2009 chamber orchestra season tonight! I, of course, do not yet have my cello back from the shop, but someone is lending me one for the night. I’m very excited about going back because I miss playing (and not having a cello within reach for the past two weeks has driven me crazy), and also because we’ll meet our first guest conductor and get our music for the concert in late November.
Now I’m going to go get myself a drink, read some more Anathem and enjoy the language, and think about what to make for dinner. (I made sun oven-dried tomatoes with sea salt, herbs, and olive oil yesterday; maybe I’ll do something with them and some chicken. If I don’t eat the tomatoes right out of the container, that is.) Basically I intend to enjoy the fact that I have the next two hours to myself before the boys come home. Maybe I’ll have a nice, warm bath. Hmm; that thought has much merit. I also have a couple of sweaters to mend, as they seem to have developed holes during their summer sojourn in a drawer. I suspect that the bath will win out, though.
Okay, so, yes. Where were we in our 7/8 adventure? Right; decapitated mystery cello.
The stars aligned and my luthier and I were finally in town at the same time, so I brought my cello (whose name is Adele, actually, but if I suddenly start referring to an Adele without explaining it I’m fairly certain most readers will wonder who I’m talking about) in for a tune-up, and the mystery cello in for an evaluation of necessary work.
I can’t tell you how excited Olivier was when I slid the body out of the case. (Heh — how’s that for the first line in a short story? Must file that away somewhere.) He turned the cello over and over to look at it, measuring here and there and saying, “German, this is beautiful, when it’s restored it will sound lovely!” It’s officially a 4/4, but a small 4/4, which was one of the acceptable options back when we began the 7/8 search. He measured the neck and we discovered that it’s actually a centimetre too long. That may not sound like much to you, but when the world of lutherie works in millimetres, it’s huge. It would mean I’d be playing fourth position way further down that I should be. That’s ungood for technique and playability.
So let’s see, here’s what needs to be done.
– the back needs to be taken off for the work to happen (a separate charge all its own, as it’s a huge deal)
– the two cracks on the shoulders need to be patched from the inside
– the hole/dent needs to be patched from the inside
– the button needs to be regrafted
– the two missing chips on either side of the neck block (where the neck is attached to the body) need to be replaced with newly carved bits and grafted on (alas, this was the one thing that will be new on the body itself; he asked hopefully if the bits were somewhere in the case so as to use the original wood, but no luck)
– the cracks in the neck block need to be fixed and a patch put under it all to strengthen it
– the fingerboard needs to be replaced (or reshaped, we’re not sure yet)
– the neck needs to be adjusted to make it smaller (he thinks he can shave a bit off the base where it attaches to the body to take off a few millimetres there), and some cracks filled
– the fingerboard needs to be moved down from the nut a bit (here’s where we’ll make up another few millimetres)
– a new bridge, soundpost, strings, and tailpiece (because the one that came with it is very heavy, which suppresses vibration and closes up the potential sound. I suspect we’ll end up with a new endpin too, but that’s not essential.)
While this list sounds extensive it’s really not. The basic integrity of the cello is sound; it’s a miracle that there are no cracks or punctures on the belly or the back as a result of the car crash. Olivier is anticipating a glorious sound from it when it’s in playable condition. And while he couldn’t give a firm estimate today, he thinks the repairs will cost between two and three thousand dollars. (That’s nothing, and pretty much what I expected. And as I’m sharing the cost of repair with my cousin, even if it’s on the high end of that spectrum, my share will still be less than what I’d budgeted for a new cello.) And most dizzying of all… once restored, it will be worth between eight and ten thousand.
This alone scares the heck out of me. It’s pretty equally matched by how much I’m awed by the opportunity to play it that Fate has granted me, though. Surpassed by it, truth be known. I’ll request an official certificate of appraisal once it’s all done and use that to insure the hell out of it.
He’ll email me this week with a final figure, I’ll give the go-ahead (because really, how could I not?) and away we’ll go. I have no idea how long it will take; he’ll probably give me an estimate on that when he emails me the quote. In the meantime I’ll start shopping for lightweight ultra-protective hard cases, because there’s no way I’m hauling a nine thousand dollar cello around in a soft gig case. (Also on the shopping list is a soft case that doesn’t scratch Adele. Or I may bring the current gig case to a tailor and ask them to sew in a flap of chamois or something of the sort that will lie under the zip.) I’ll also start looking at new bows, because I’ll need something better to work with than my $130 cracked-frog bow that I love for my current cello but needs replacing anyhow.
I am so very excited about this. Olivier is too, which tells me more about the quality of the instrument than anything else. And if I’m going to be playing a cello of that kind of quality, I am absolutely going to start taking lessons again this fall. Otherwise I’ll feel as if I’m wasting its potential. I’ll speak with my section leader at our first rehearsal back.
As for Adele, I’m having very basic but necessary work done: new bridge and strings, soundpost adjustment, the fingerboard crack filled and the playing surface planed to obtain the proper scoop and level out the odd bulge it’s developed. ( “Planing the warp out of it will make it much easier to play,” he said, to which I involuntarily responded, “Thank God.” The one drawback to testing new cellos is that it’s demonstrated how less-easy mine is to play.) As much as I love the Evah Pirazzi strings I don’t want to put a $250 set on it if I’m going to play the German cello once it’s ready, so we decided on the combo of a Kaplan Solutions A and D with a Helicore G and C. It’s actually a combo I’d noted down while researching new strings. She’ll be ready next weekend, although I won’t be here to pick her up; I’ll have to collect her the following week.
So there you are. What was once a 7/8 quest has evolved into the rescue of an on-the-small-end-of-full-size turn of the century German cello. I’ll have to make sure he puts his own label inside once it’s reconstructed, the luthier’s equivalent of signing your work. It’s one of the only ways people can trace the evolution of an instrument. He’ll certainly deserve the credit.
HRH helped move t! and Jan to their new home in Ontario on Saturday, and I miss them dreadfully already. We had a lovely afternoon and dinner with HRH’s parents to celebrate his dad’s birthday on Sunday. Monday saw a last-minute gathering chez the Young-Schmeisser residence, complete with pool and treehouse and swings and lazing about in lawn chairs and grazing upon barbecued summer food. It was incredibly good to see people relaxing together instead of connecting only momentarily at the rare evening gathering. I saw Amanda for the second time this summer, which is a record of some sort for us, and watched Tallis marching around holding on to parental fingertips, so very much older than she was only two months ago. It was a pure summer gathering, the kind we don’t have enough of any more.
We did forget the corn on the cob we’d bought with the intent of bringing it to roast on the BBQ and share with everyone, though. Now we have a ton of corn to eat in the next few days.
We had a general meeting of the orchestra membership last week, something has hasn’t been done in at least eighteen years, possibly the entire life of the group. There have been some changes. They’re growing pangs, really, because for three decades Andres helmed the group, having founded it and maintained it on his own. When we lost him so suddenly the group needed to develop some guidelines and new methods out of thin air, and we’re still working them out as we encounter obstacles. One of the things we’re refining is our method of selecting and reviewing conductors. Our most recent conductor’s term has ended, and we’re now preparing to audition three new conductors over the upcoming season, one per concert session.
This happened some what precipitously, because we didn’t have a clearly defined review system in place. The point is, most of us expected to be somewhat adrift for the first while due to the unexpectedness of the event and the timing, but to my surprise at this general meeting the exec revealed that we not only had a guest conductor in place, but we had a programme and our first concert date scheduled. This is going so well that I can’t help but suspect our decisions in the matter have all been the correct ones. Not only do we have our first guest conductor scheduled, but we’ve had a call from the director of the WIYSO expressing interest in one of the future guest spots, as have a couple of others. There were some suggestions from the membership too, revolving around multiple performances of the same programme in different areas instead of a single concert, raising membership fees to generate more available capital with which to pay conductors (thereby enabling us to attract higher-profile directors), and communication suggestions (especially an interactive website with a members-only section to enable us to share ideas and receive information). The plan is to have a different conductor for each of our three concerts in the upcoming season, to evaluate each, and then vote on one to invite back.
From what I can remember, our first programme will consist of a Mozart divertimento for strings, the Iphigenia in Aulis overture, Haydn’s 104th symphony, and a Vivaldi concerto for four violins with continuo (our prize for the winners of the Lakeshore Chamber Music Society’s concerto competition). Our first rehearsal is on September 17, and our first concert is on November 22. We’ll have to be really focused and on the ball with this new conductor to prepare a concert in that period of time. This will happen naturally of course, as everyone will be hyper-aware and paying very close attention to the new director’s technique. New blood to stir us up will be good. I’m looking forward to exploring music with a new director. One of the things I realised through this summer mini-crisis about the orchestra leadership was that I was focusing on my own satisfaction with my technical performance in a concert and extrapolating that to measure the orchestra’s overall performance, which was wrong of me. I was also shifting my personal focus to technical improvement because I wasn’t getting artistic or interpretive satisfaction from the overall musical experience. The orchestra really needs to grow and develop musically now. We’ll see what happens in the coming weeks.
Apart from that, musically I’ve been kind of on hold. I’ve been playing songs and such, testing my treble clef reading, but the 7/8 search and the mystery cello repair hasn’t moved forward. Why? Because my luthier and I miscommunicated about vacation, and he wasn’t gone the first two weeks of August but the last two weeks. Had I known I would have brought him my cello for its tune-up and the mystery cello as soon as I got home from our trip. Ah well, everything ought to be back to usual now that it’s September; I’ll call him Thursday. With orchestra only beginning two weeks from now, there’s time to take my current cello in for adjustments, new bridge, new strings, and a quick repair to the soundboard crack, and get it back in plenty of time. Otherwise, I can always test another cello out and use that!
I find that my initial ‘no I should upgrade the quality/level of the cello I’m using’ is ebbing to ‘something equivalent in a different shape would be just fine’. Which is a good thing, really, because it’s assuaging a lot of the ‘OMG so expensive where will I find the money now!’ jitters I’m having. I’m interested to hear what the luthier will have to say about the mystery cello, too.
Right. More work. I want to finish this project up so I can really focus on writing this week.
Someone gets a really good picture of me at the last orchestra concert… and I’m not playing my cello.
Because if I’m not playing, I’m marking up my music in the desperate hope that a new fingering added half an hour before the concert begins will actually help. Sigh.