Thursday, August 28, 2014
For me, few things dissolve otherness like chamber music and teaching. Few things require such giving and open receiving. I have a string quartet here. We played mock auditions for each other this morning, then ate lunch together, then had a two-hour rehearsal on the first two movements of Ravel. Wanting to communicate, to hear a harmony the same way, to understand a sense of time, to search for anything that is less than desirable and bring it to an honest open space for improvement. The world harbors a home of such trust and it exists independently of any particular place and time. Regardless, I already miss them.