I think I want learn to play the violin….because the flute, bassoon, and oboe aren’t enough obviously.
I’m Mr Lewis Wigens during my search for a music teacher in the area that would always take my Daughter (Gwyn) and I found your advert.Your advert looks great and it is very okay to me since you specialize in the area I am seeking for her. My daughter will be coming to your Country by September 1, 2010 for 2 Months. She is just 15yrs Old, she is a beginner, she can speak English, she love dancing, I want you to help me teach her music for increasing musical proficiency during her stay in the Country because i will not want her to less busy, i want her to engage in something to keep her busy during her stay.
… I’ll spare you the remainder of the email. But what I wonder is this: Who is “Mr Lewis Wigins” when he’s NOT searching for a music teacher?
A little Ravel by the Farkas Quintet
My oboe teacher described this piece as ‘easy’. It’s 7 pages of notation like this. She needs psychiatry. [picture removed to protect the tweeter, but it does look like a difficult work!]
Ever since the New York Philharmonic was founded in 1842, the orchestra’s brass section — horn, trumpet, trombone, bass trombone, tuba — had been a man’s world. Then Amanda Davidson auditioned. A graduate of the Juilliard School with a passion for Mahler, Brahms and ESPN, Mrs. Davidson, 28, became the brass section’s first female member last September, having previously been principal trombonist of the San Antonio Symphony. (She competed for the Philharmonic job with Mark Davidson, 27, whom she was dating and later married.) Her title is associate principal trombone, an instrument with which she is familiar. She has been playing it since she was 6.
Too cool, eh? (And yeah, she’s really a woman and I know some cringe at the word “girl” although I will remain a girl my whole life, thank you very much. (“Woman” sounds … um … serious. And large.)
… and it’s also my sister Carolyn’s birthday!
Today is Dan’s birthday. I think he deserves a birthday song, don’t you?