When Bad Things Happen to Good Musicians
Someone sitting at this keyboard has a birthday in September. So since this month is all about me, I’m going to write about what I love most – music.
She attended Arizona State to study piano, but switched to composition as her health proved too big a challenge. When she was unable to compose at a high enough academic level, she knew she was done in the music school. Luckily, she had writing to turn to in order to express herself. When I first saw this book, I figured it was just someone who wimped out. But Andrea was very willing to sacrifice for her music. Her body just wouldn’t let her. I can’t imagine having to give up such a big part of my life.
But all of that slammed to a halt when her violin was stolen from a London train station. As a pianist who has played decades of “Find a Piano to Play” I will admit that I don’t fully understand her pain. When I was in school I had my favorite practice rooms, and when those were full, it was frustrating. If I multiply that by a million, maybe I would come close to how she felt. To make matters worse, the violin was eventually recovered, but since she’d already spent the insurance money (to save her parent’s house), she couldn’t keep it. It was heartbreaking, but the end offered a glimmer of hope in an even rarer Amanti violin.
These books both made me cry, but that doesn’t mean they weren’t good. They were both very moving in their own way, but they made me feel like a slacker.
So now I need to go practice...but not for four hours.