What a day. Hot, windy, and full of cello stuff. Oh, and a train that slowly went back and forth in front of me for about 10 minutes. First off, I went to the Waffle House and had, well, a waffle. It was good, and kept me sustained through a lesson Dr. Morrow invited me in to observe. The student is midway through completely redefining her technique. As I later saw, every student of hers has a beautiful, loose, strong left hand and a careful, meticulous sound. I immediately went back to my hotel and practiced vibrato in the mirror. (it was tough, as I had done too many yoga push ups the night before and my arms were not so happy about the effort) Then we did the master class of sorts. More like mini lessons, under observation. I had lots of the usual stuff to say, but the best part was seeing the observers get it. That’s the thing about a master class environment. It can be surreal for the performer, but the audience really gets the better end of the bargain. I hope they got a lot out of it; it is sometimes hard to meet someone and then go to work immediately on deeply ingrained habits and patterns. I like to get a feel for a person over a course of a few weeks, and most people understand that I’m not a crazy person around the same time. 🙂 Still, the students were engaging and very proficient; the toughest to teach because most adjustments are to their approach. The others are like a wicked game of Jenga, where you want to remove and adjust only the detrimental elements without toppling the careful balance within a player.

Against the will of the clerks, I brought some wet food to the cats here, and lured out a third, teeny guy. “No Tail”, as I have named him. In about 7 hours, I’ll be setting out for Atlanta in a rainstorm, so I should get some sleep. I really, really, like Dr. Morrow, and I know you all would, too. I will reassert my claim as most grateful cello teacher ever for the good fortune to have come to know her and her students.